Out Of The Silent Planet Audiobook Novels & Stories

Across the light-years, the Spire on Proxima and the Spire on Earth let out a long, harmonious note. ​The "Archive of Whispers" was finally silent. The story of the Gutter was over. The story of the Earth was about to begin again.

“…or surrender emotion completely and never suffer her loss.” Nathan stared at the expanding emptiness around us. The universe waiting. Watching. And I realized with horror The Silence wasn’t trying to destroy humanity anymore. It was trying to tempt it.

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 The new era was so quiet that it sometimes felt deafening. The silence wasn't the natural void of space; it was an artificial void, the sound of every potential threat having been successfully muted. Drax and I were on permanent, self-imposed retirement watch, monitoring the deep planetary anchors from a quiet retreat nestled deep within the obsidian crust. This was a sanctuary a place where the chaotic, buzzing sound of the Nexus was filtered out entirely, leaving only the dull, rhythmic thrum of the planet's core a sound that resonated with the primal stability Drax and I had always sought.

When I saw the happy smile on Mom's face, I suddenly felt myself becoming lighter. I gently caressed her smiling, happy face, and I silently gave her my best wishes. "Mom, you have to be happy forever!" A crystal-clear tear slid slowly down Mom's cheek and fell into my palm. However, my body soon began to become as transparent as the teardrop itself, until I finally disappeared into the air.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.

He had given the perfume to Emily instead. I picked up the cold bottle, feeling it chill my already frosty heart. Even though I knew Charles did not care for me, seeing him go to those lengths for Emily still hurt. I handed the perfume back to him. "I lost my taste for perfume three years ago," I said, my voice steady. "I'll keep your secret, but you owe me the truth about one thing." Charles looked puzzled, a frown creasing his forehead. "What's that?" I met his eyes, holding his gaze firmly. "The plane crash, three years back. Is there something you're not telling me?"

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.

The brightness was overwhelming, making me hesitate. " Meara, hurry, before the portal closes," Merilla shouted in the mind-link we shared. Summoning every ounce of courage, I lifted my foot and stepped into the light, then the other. The light was so bright that I had to cover my eyes. As I stepped through, a warm sensation enveloped me, and I felt a strange sense of peace and anticipation. When the light finally dimmed, I found myself standing in a beautiful, vibrant land unlike anything I had ever seen. The sky was an otherworldly blue, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

Silas, encased in a pressurized version of his power armor, fired a grappling hook into a nearby chunk of floating basalt, using the momentum to swing himself between the Stalker and the retrieval team. "I can't hit it!" Silas grunted, his voice sounding thin and metallic over the radio. "The shells just pass through it like it’s smoke!" "It is smoke," Audrey realized. "It’s the planet’s breath. You can’t shoot it, Silas. You have to Polarize it."