Re Deadly Silence Novels & Stories

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

A LONG, REGRETFUL SILENCE lingered on the dead chamber, like a forest night without chirping crickets, or an ocean without waves, or a chest without heartbeats. Everything was as quiet as a windless night. Perhaps his ears had gotten deaf. Perhaps his breathing had stopped. Perhaps his heart had become stone. Raeherys Alagor had never known fear more than he had ever had before.

Soon, his high-pitched screams began to reduce, his movements slowed, and his hands dropped by his side as he took his last breath. "Bastard didn't even last a minute," Silence mumbled, removing another cigarette to smoke, turning to leave the place. Recalling something, he took a deep breath. "Where the fuck is he?" he snapped at one of his men who stood nearby. "He?" the man questioned, his voice slightly panicking. "You know who I'm talking about!" Silence snapped. "Where the fuck is Rafael?!" ********* With the loud music buzzing outside, Rafael slammed his lips against a red haired girl, shoving his tongue into her mouth and ravishing her lips like his live depended on it.

Completely numb! I screamed again, calling for anyone—Veldrin, Elder Freya, even the Moon Goddess herself. My voice bounced off invisible walls and fell back into my ears. Only my voice and no other sounds. I kept screaming until my throat ached and my voice cracked into nothing. Silence. Still silent. One that felt endless. And it was the kind of silence that didn't just surround you; it swallowed you whole. "Am I dead? Really dead? No! Why? Why am I dead now? Why?" I whispered, the words so small they barely left my lips.

Smack! I slapped him. Hard. He stared at me in disbelief. "You hit me for him?" He then grabbed my hand, eyes glistening with tears. "If it helps, hit me again. Hit me until you're done being angry… then come back to me, okay? Grace, I love you. I can't live without you." I tore my hand from his and walked back to Ryan. "I'll say it again, Philip: we are done. The moment you hit me for Laila, the moment you left me in that forest, when our child died because you turned your back on us, we're done."

He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.

Dead. "Together," Silas’s voice echoed in her mind, but it was distorted, layered with the high-frequency hum of the Creator. "In the Silence, we are finally... one." But Lyra Thorne had spent three years learning how to live in the dark. She knew that the Silence was not a sanctuary; it was a harvest. She reached up, her fingers closing over Silas’s wrist, her own violet blood slick against his marble-white skin. She didn't try to pull the blade out. She pushed herself further onto it.

Dead Silence instantly controls the room. Chill blood freezing breeze joins. Our eyes perform more function than ever. We trio exchange continous stare's. I feel a dramatic music dingling up my skull.

The silence was never ending. It wasn’t the comfortable, nice quiet from before. No. This was the kind of silence that screamed in your ears. The type that was deafening and made you want to run mad. The type that echoed death because I knew that a lot of that was going to happen tonight. I stood in the middle of Ricci’s luxurious and once comforting living room, surrounded by soft leather couches, a massive TV, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn… and the dreadful knowledge that five people had just been slaughtered.

4 years later... In an empty hallway of the hospital the lights flickered as the night took over the world. Silence cloaked the patients and the people staying with them. In a room filled with the smell on antiseptic and medicine a sound resounded. A low moan cut through the atmosphere of the room and the eyes of the lifeless girl fluttered open. They fell shut again as a pain shot through her mind. Her senses slowly started coming back with her ears being the first to hear, a loud beeping rung in her ear making her struggle to move against the restraints she felt against her limbs.