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!"

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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.

*silence* Rex has had enough of the silence, he stepped back and stomped his foot forcefully on the doorknob breaking it from the hinges. He quickly enters searching for her in the small washroom until his eyes finally found her inside one of the lockers. Cherry was sitting still on the cold floor, her eyes set straight and body slacking from depression. Her head was tilted to the side while her back leaned against the wall.

The deeper he went, the more frantic he became. He called my name over and over again, but no one answered. Laila had followed him outside, and finally, she snapped. "Philip, stop. Grace's a grown woman. She's not lost—she's just being dramatic again. Why are you making this such a big deal—" "Shut up!" Philip snapped, turning on her with fire in his eyes. "Keep your mouth shut, or get the hell out of my sight!" He kept moving, heart thudding with every step.

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.

Bleeding. SILENCE

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.