New Order Silent Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

A being made of light. For a moment neither of us spoke. Then I took a slow breath. “What is your name?” I asked. The figure tilted his head slightly. For a long second, the forest remained silent. Then he answered. “My name…” His voice was no longer just sound. It felt like something deeper, something ancient vibrating through the air itself. “…is Order.” I nodded once. “Alright, Order.” My voice sharpened slightly. “What happened to Aella?” Order did not hesitate.

I raise my head to look him straight in the eyes through the mirror right in front of us and I grin wickedly. His eyes widens and my grin widen even more before turning into a sinister laughter, he shivers. “Who the hell do are you? Do you know who I am? I will have you killed” he rushes to say clearly frightened by my muscular and tattooed body but trying to act tough and less intimidated by me but I could perceive the fear coming from him and I close my eyes briefly breathing it in, “Fanculo” Fuck. I mouthed in delight. Normally I go straight into killing my victim but I felt like playing around with this one “ Ever heard of the name Silenzio?” I say with the same wicked grin. His knees bu

Chapter 3 Is so big and beautiful Well decorated like I don't know even know how to explain Walk in if you are done drooling He said and and I felt embrace Good morning sir Alex I greeted Well I didn't asked you to greet me He answered Am sorry, I said I didn't asked you to apologise He said again What's wrong with this guy Hmm I kept mute Why are you quiet Are we mourning someone, He break the silence Ok..... " Look into my eyes" He ordered and I look into his eyes

Harlan shouts, reaching for a weapon he isn't allowed to carry in the UN. "I am the Silence," the entity says. "I am the one who watched you from the dark." The black spot on the map. The predator Aria saw. "Your network is loud," the Silence says. "It is chaotic. It is... inefficient." The screens flash red. "I have come to bring order." BOOM. The windows of the Grand Hall blow inward. Not from a bomb. From a sonic pulse. Screams erupt. The crowd stampedes. "Get the kids!" I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.

​I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the red light of the tablet. ​"Welcome to the New Order, Silas," I whispered to the empty room. "I hope you brought more than a recorder. Because in this house, I’m the one who controls the silence." ​The night stretched out before me, long and jagged. I didn't go to bed. I didn't close my eyes. I sat in the dining room, a silent sentinel in a silk suit, watching the grey man’s digital shadow move across my screens.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

But Julian’s voice—Julian’s voice—rose above the noise. It wasn’t a whisper. It wasn’t even a child’s voice anymore. It was layered. Echoed. Cold. “…they’re here.” The lights went out. The building plunged into darkness. And in that single heartbeat before emergency power kicked in, Sienna saw something she would never forget— A silhouette in the glass window. Tall. Motionless. Staring directly at them. Watching. Waiting. And smiling.