S Is For Silence Evil Novels & Stories

​The silence in the sub-vault was a lie. Beneath the flickering red emergency lights, the air hummed with the dying frequency of the "Null" energy Sierra had unleashed. Elena leaned heavily against the obsidian pillar, the cold stone the only thing keeping her upright. Her knuckles were split, and her breath came in ragged hitches that tasted like copper and smoke.

He looked exhausted, his head slumped against the glass, but as the camera zoomed in, his eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated and dark, his gaze fixing on the lens with a terrifying, primal intensity. "Verina... don't... come... for... me..." Silas’s voice was a digital ghost, a distorted, synthesized rasp that seemed to be coming from the very walls of the room. "The Archive... it’s not a machine... it’s a mirror... if you buy me... you’re buying the end of the world..."

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

I am leaving it with everything I am owed. Sixteen words. Three years of silence had given those sixteen words a weight that a thousand casual sentences never could have managed. She filed that away. Silence, she had learned, was not merely the absence of noise. It was compression. Everything unsaid building pressure behind a single, chosen moment. Dawn found her at the edge of a shallow valley. Below, a dirt road cut east to west unpaved, unmarked, the kind that didn't appear on official territory maps because it predated most of the current pack boundaries by a generation or more.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

His dark suit clung to his frame like armor, and his eyes — sharp, calculating — burned into her. “Now the fire has started, and whether you want it or not, you’re standing in the middle of it.” Serena’s lips curved into a bitter smile. “Funny. You speak as if you weren’t the one holding the match.” For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy and taut. Then Damien moved closer, each step deliberate, his presence filling the space like smoke seeping into every corner.

Sophia made a soft melodic laugh and said “And the one in black? The one who looked like she might be a vampire queen in secret with very good taste in mascara?. Ivette would be that person. She's…Silent. Extremely quiet. Indeed she adores wearing black. She usually keeps to herself. If youre lucky you can say one sentence in ten minutes. She is among the more seasoned senior members of the inner circle. You shouldnt expect her to be funny she's more of the brood silently and judge you with her eyes type.” I held back a laugh. “It seems like fun.” “Indeed it is especially when youre attempting to determine whether shes planning to take over the world or is simply choosing what to eat for sup

Sienna: The silence in the woods was not the type to bring peace. It was the kind that hummed with warning, like something beneath the surface was waiting to breathe. Like it was waiting to attack. Like it was waiting for the right moment to clamper upon those who are weak.