Out Of The Silent Planet First Edition Novels & Stories

David corrected in a whisper. Jules took a step back, then another one and another one until he was flat on his back. David crouched down, took the tape from his hand and put it into the Walkman. And because Jules's hands were still trembling. David placed the headphones on his head too and pressed play. First, there was static and then: Hi Jules. It's Venus, the planet, that is two hundred and sixty-one million kilometers away from you. Don't panic. It's okay. It's okay.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

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.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

Then, one fateful night, the sky turned crimson again. The Blood Moon had returned. But this time, it was not fire or fury that filled the air. It was silence. Every flame, every machine, every spark of light— they all went dark at once. The world froze. For the first time in centuries, humanity stood in pure darkness. And then— a heartbeat. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … All across the earth, people heard it. Not with their ears, but within.

​The Graveyard of the First-Note ​The fleet emerged from the slipstream into a star system that should have been a jewel of the sector. The star, a massive sapphire giant, cast a brilliant blue light over seven orbiting planets. But as the Respiration’s cameras focused, the horror of the "Great Silence" became clear. ​The planets were not dead, but they were Still. ​There were no radio waves, no thermal plumes, no atmospheric movement. Around the third planet, a world that once held vast oceans, floated millions of crystalline structures. They weren't ships; they were Sarcophagi.

Eryx roared, his prehistoric fur bristling as the first Mute-Bomb detonated a mile away. Suddenly, I felt a section of the Southern pack go dark. Then the East. The "Noise" was being cut off by a Wall of Artificial Silence. The corporate world saw the Global Awakening as a "Security Threat to Asset Stability," and they were moving to Quarantine the Miracle. "They want the silence?" I growled, my violet-silver eyes turning into two bleeding cracks of crimson starlight. "Then let’s give them the Loudest Silence they’ve ever heard." I didn't fight the Jammers. I Overloaded them.

I slammed the silver ring directly into the exposed cooling vent of the core. The Signal The world didn't go dark this time. It went White. Every screen on earth, every smartphone, every billboard in Times Square and Piccadilly Circus, suddenly displayed a single, high-definition image: Silas Reed, scarred and broken, clutching a ledger of stolen names. Behind the image, the audio loop of the "Silent Ledger" began to play—the voices of Julian Reed and Damian Hawke, plotting the merger, the biological trials, and the enslavement of the global market.

Silas held him through the afterglow—arms tight, lips brushing his temple. Outside, the first fireflies blinked in the dark. Inside, the tether held—lighter now, stronger, chosen. And for the first time in years, the silence felt like peace. Not perfect. Not complete. But real. And that was enough.

The citizens, who had just tasted the brilliance of the stars, were thrust back into a state of "Functional Darkness." the arrival of the first "Probe." Not a ship, but a tiny, needle-like object made of "Anti-Matter" that decelerated just outside the planet's orbit. It didn't attack; it simply sat there, its single red eye scanning the charcoal clouds, searching for the "Noise" that had suddenly gone silent. The Union sat in the dark, holding its collective breath, realizing that their invitation to the stars had been answered by a "Exterminator."