Naruto Silent Killing Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“A light… and a sacrifice. A scream, silenced. Only then shall death be undone.” A chill drips down my spine like water, and I fall still. Nate's hand closes gently around mine, his grip is warm. He doesn’t say a word. Why didn't Aurora just tell us?

He down his drink in one swift motion, a silent gesture that speaks volumes. There's no need for further explanation; we both understand the unspoken truth. Nickolas hasn't killed me because he hasn't finished with me yet. Neither of us speaks after that, the weight of our unspoken truths hanging heavily in the air. We lapse into a tranquil silence, each lost in our own thoughts as we grapple with the uncertainty of our futures. As exhaustion washes over me, I succumb to the embrace of sleep, my mind swirling with a million thoughts.

Not knowing what to say, I stuffed my mouth with a full spoon of spaghetti. "Anyways, guys, I’ve got to go to the restroom. I’ll be back in a short while," Nora announced. When she stood up, she leaned closer and whispered, "Don’t kill each other." Noah and I mirrored each other with the same expression. We will definitely kill each other if one of us says something stupid. When Nora walked away, we fell into deep silence. I contemplated whether I should say something or just act as if nothing had happened, but the thoughts in my head and the constant flashing of memories forced me to speak.

The remaining men dragged away the injured, their bodies broken but still alive, as the silence stretched over the ruins like a shroud. In moments, the entire place had emptied, leaving only the two of us. A deathly stillness settled in the air, the wind brushing through the broken walls, but neither of us moved, nor spoke. The silence between us spoke volumes, louder than any words ever could. It was as if the very earth beneath our feet had held its breath. "Why this bloodshed?" My voice was barely a whisper, "The Ronan I know doesn't kill people just because he's angry and powerful," I stared at him, hoping for something, anything. A flicker of recognition, a denial. But he didn’t even bl

His silence was a warning, a blade sharpened just before it sliced. Nirvana swallowed hard, gripping the edges of her robe, trying to steady her breathing. I should stop him. But the thought barely formed before the first scream rang out. Her blood ran cold. Then came the sound of something crashing…glass, maybe…followed by the unmistakable thud of a body hitting the floor. Nirvana bolted toward the door, but as soon as she touched the handle, it flew open. Luna stood there, wide-eyed, panting. “He’s going to kill them.”

The rogue snapped its jaws inches from my ear, its foul, hot breath blasting against my neck as it tore at my back, trying to rip me away from the prize it smelled beneath. I bit my lip until it bled, swallowing the screams of agony rising in my chest. *Let it kill me,* I prayed frantically into the dark, closing my eyes as the tears finally broke through. *Just let him survive. Please, Silas, please.* **Silas’s POV** The hunt was supposed to be an extraction of rage, a brutal ritual to bleed off the volatile, possessive jealousy that had been clawing at my ribs since the gala.

The guy's dying body falls onto the floor. I heard the blast. The silent blast of the gun. I would recognize it anywhere. It came from right next to me... I slowly look at Nara. Her hands are shaking, but her emotionless expression remains the same. That's her first kill... The idiots are shocked, but they don't panic. I guess we should just keep going. "Get the fuck over here." I tell Ishir, ushering him with my gun. He walks over to us and stands behind Nara.

A grave for something I had killed long before I had the courage to bury it. My knees gave out. I sank to the floor among the broken pieces, breathing hard, one hand bleeding at the knuckles, my chest so tight I thought my ribs might crack around it. The silence after rage was worse than the rage itself. Rage gave the body something to do. Silence made the soul answer. I knelt there and finally let myself know it fully. Nyra was gone from me. Not away. Not angry. Gone.

***Fiona “Who are you?” I finally asked, trying to sound stronger than my timid voice allowed. The silence had dragged on, feeling like a lifetime as his gaze held me without word. “You know me,” his voice edged with agitation. His brows lowered with a growl. “We don’t have much time. They’ll notice you’re gone. They are always watching you.” My face frowned. “Who’s watching me?” He huffed a laughed. “Your MATE,” his mouth hissed out loud, conveying red hot hatred with a sneer.

Blood already beaded where it kissed his skin. The room went deathly silent. The guards didn’t move. No one dared. “Do you know…” I whispered, my breath brushing his ear, “How unbelievably easy it would be to kill you right now? If I wanted to, I would slit your neck and get it over with.”