Re Deadly Silence Novels & Stories

I hear screams, I hear a lot of noise but soon the silence envelops me. Did I died?

Her appetite had returned, too, unless Albert was sitting at the table with her, then she was pushing her food around on the plate with a fork and just wanted the meal to end. One evening, about three months after the attack, Alissa was recovered to the point where she sat at her desk happily humming along to the music on the radio. She edited photos on her laptop because she loved taking pictures for her life. After a few hours of concentrated work, she went to sleep. She fell asleep pretty quickly and dreamed of becoming a great photographer one day. But suddenly she woke up, something caressed her leg. She knocked it away angrily and wanted to get up and turn on the light to see what it w

Ivan tsked as he squeezed his hand tighter around Reyna's neck. “Sorry, sweetheart. It could have been different if you had just listened. If you had just believed me. But now I can't trust you, and I can't have any loose ends. Daughter or not, your too much trouble to me alive.” A loud bang filled the room Adelyn's screams made my ears ring. Reyna’s body went limp and made a thud as it collided with the floor. Her hazel green eyes were lifeless, blood pouring from the gunshot wound at her temple.

Hendrik sounded slurry. Tears rapidly gathered in my eyes as an unbearable pain pilled in my chest. “N…” I tried to speak between breathes. “Yes, Rin she’s dead, just like you are going to be after I’m done with you, Guess I’m going to be the one responsible for sending you to hell like everyone close to you,” He got on his feet lifting up his weapon. I felt the sharp blades cut through my skin as blood leaked extensively. Melancholy screams escaped my lips. Repeatedly he assaulted my defenseless body until I my voice was lost.

We reached the Dead Zone an hour before sunset. The forest here was a graveyard of skeletal, fire-blackened pines. The snow was gray, matted with the soot of a world that had forgotten how to wash itself. The silence was different—it wasn't the quiet of the sanctuary. It was the silence of a predator holding its breath. Then came the snarl. It wasn't a wolf's howl. It was a jagged, human scream of hunger.

I paused for a moment thinking about that place. “When you are dead, the kind of darkness that swallows you is the kind that leaves you with no hope at all. It leaves you broken and desperate. For some noise, something to tell you that you are not alone, that there is something else there besides you, but the silence is defining to a point that you can hear the pin drop.”

-+-+-+-+-+-+-+---+++-+-+-+-- Silence Absolute silence! The silence that could collapse the world with its atonement. The silence could kill me out any moment if I didn't move my ass. It was all murky with full of dirt, everything was flaming in a wide area and I couldn't do anything. People were shouting, and crying at the same time. They didn't know what is about to happen. What they and I can see right ahead of me was death.

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.