Re Deadly Silence Novels & Stories

The silence was a physical weight, pressing down on the three of us in the oppressive gloom of the dying world. The Astropheles was a dark, bronze tomb behind us. Lyra was gone. The void-predator was gone. The only sound was the wind, which wasn't wind at all, but the whisper of a planet's consciousness dissolving into static. It was the sound of a story ending.

A sensory deprivation chamber built of pure, desperate will. The Unraveler’s furious vibration hits the wall of silence. And… stops. Snuffed out. Instantly. The cultists’ chanting stutters, dies, replaced by confused, then terrified, gasps as their connection severs. The victory is absolute. And terrifying. Because the silence I’ve created… it’s inside me too.

“You’re here.” “I’m here,” I confirmed, my voice husky. We lay there for a while longer, tangled together, not speaking, just relearning the feel of each other in the cold morning light. The outside world, with all its problems, felt like a distant dream. But reality, as it always did, began to seep in. The silence was no longer the peaceful quiet of the storm. It was the silence of being cut off. We had no food delivery. No contact. The snow would be meters deep.

Lilia and Klara had been rushed into the underground infirmary, poison coursing through them like liquid fire. The Silence toxin wasn’t ordinary. It was a demon in liquid form. One strain killed instantly—organs convulsing, flesh changing color while the body screamed. The other was worse—slow death, slow agony, the body alive while the brain felt itself tearing apart. Both were merciless. Both unstoppable. Doctors worked tirelessly, sweat dripping, hands shaking. Yet nothing worked. Then it happened. A nurse stepped out for supplies, only to return and freeze. A package sat where there had been nothing. No footsteps, no door opening—just sudden presence. Her heart hammered as she saw the bo

The echo of the forest’s rage lingered — trees clawing at me, the earth splitting, the wind shrieking. Within the blink of an eye, silence draped itself over everything — A heavy, dead silence. Its wifht pressed down even much more, draining life our of me. But with every passing moment that life slips out of me, it feeds this dead silence like a zombie feeds on brains. And so, this silent wasn't dead anymore. It now had a pulse. I might still be a subject to delusion because it felt like this silence had a voice too. I heard a faint hum rolled through the emptiness until suddenly a flicker of light exploded through the air.

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"Are, I think... I don't deserve to sit on the throne of the light if right now... I am witnessing my mother's people taken away, slaved, and killed. Their screams, cries, their pain... always play in my head. But I know, this was still the start, bless me Your Majesty and I will take what's yours. And I fall, don't bring me back." The air was filled with silence, which may be unsettling. It's frightening to see a phantom slice of emptiness. Perhaps the quiet that follows a storm, surrounded by a visual show of devastation. You may compare that to someone's beating heart being plucked from their chest. One second your heart is racing, the next it is silent and still. Dead quiet has a resolut

I shoved him off, squeezing my side and swallowing the taste of blood that was threatening to spill over my bottom lip. "Lead the way, ghost. But if you're lying about those tunnels, or if this is another one of my father's games, I will make sure you go back to being dead before the sun comes up." Silas just grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that made him look like a wolf. He checked the magazine on his suppressed rifle, his movements calm and terrifyingly smooth. "You're going to die in those tunnels, Reaper," Silas said, walking toward the door without a single shred of sympathy.

"That’s the secret. The machine runs itself. I am just the ghost inside it." The silence stretched, becoming heavy and suffocating. In the total darkness outside the light, Lyra felt as though the walls were closing in. This was the sensory deprivation she had asked for—the stripping away of the world until there was nothing left but the raw, uncomfortable truth of the person sitting across from you. Suddenly, Silas’s hand twitched. He looked down at the Ledger, his eyes wide. "Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Hear what, Silas?"

Pulling the trigger, his body seemed to pause for the smallest moment before plunging to the ground. Thomas's gun went off, killing the other man with a gun. Gray Beard wasn't out in the open like the others, and I couldn't see him. He was the only one I wanted to kill. "Do you smell that?" Thomas whispered. Inhaling, I instantly smelled decay and rot. "Yeah. That's what that guy was talking about. There must be a group of biters coming." Assessing our surroundings, I couldn't see any of the dead yet. The only movement was the man with an arrow in his belly. He was trying to stand with the help of his friend.