Re Deadly Silence Novels & Stories

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

POV: Elena I used to think the most powerful sound in the world was the roar of a jet engine or the thunderous crack of Silas’s Alpha fire. I was wrong. The most powerful sound in the world is the silence of a boardroom after the monsters have all been cleared out.

Instead of showing concern for Judy like he had in the past, he had cut her off and accused her instead. Judy was clearly frightened by how serious Dad was. She forced herself to smile and explained. "Yes, but only because you were resting. I just wanted you to have a good sleep, and I didn't want anyone unimportant to disturb you—" "Those so-called unimportant people you speak of are my mate and pup!" Dad roared. There was a grief in his eyes that I had never seen before. "Ray's dead! She ate your raw meat and died of an allergic reaction! You killed her!"

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

Melinda yelled and rushed towards us, tugging on my arm. The rest of them watched with amusement; none of them bothered to help their fellow ally. I ignored her rants and pinned my attention on Silas who was struggling with death in my hands. “Speak about Madam Helen like that again, and I will kill you, Silas,” I muttered and pushed him back, releasing his collar. He clasped his hand around his reddened neck and caressed it as he wheezed out. “The silent ones are always the most dangerous,” I added and he snapped his glaring eyes at me.

Then silence. The kind that comes after death, or just before it. I crouched behind a stone planter, breath locked somewhere between panic and too much love. Elky moved on the ledge like smoke—fast, silent, deadly. One more shot cracked, this one much closer than the rest. And then the silence stuck. Elky was on the far edge of the rooftop now, kneeling over a crumpled figure. A man lay face-up, moonlight catching the blood on his chest and making it glisten like guilt.

The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with the most beautiful silence I have ever known. In the old world—the world of the Firm, the Grid, and the endless ticking of Jinyan’s clockwork heart—silence was a predatory thing. It was the space between heartbeats where a sniper took aim; it was the dead air on a comms-line that meant your partner was gone. But here, in our villa perched on the jagged cliffs of the Adriatic, silence is a living, breathing tapestry. It is the sound of the tide pulling at the white pebbles below, the rustle of lemon leaves in the salt-heavy breeze, and, most importantly, the steady, rhythmic breathing of the man who chose to become mortal just to h

Deadly, suffocating silence. “…What did you say?”