S Is For Silence Evil Novels & Stories

He stood in the center of the boardroom, his gold-and-sapphire scars pulsing with a pained, irregular light that reflected the neon advertisements flickering on the skyscrapers outside. "They don't know me," Silas whispered, his gaze fixed on the news feed. He saw a man on the screen—a human in a tattered business suit—tearing open his shirt to reveal a glowing red "Heresy Brand" etched into his chest. The man was laughing, his eyes solid pools of liquid silver. "They think I’m a savior. But I’m just the scent they're using to track their own destruction."

She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

"I am listening." "I don't know where to start," Alissa admitted. “You know each other from before? And is that such a secret? Is he a criminal and is he blackmailing you? " Alissa snorted and suppressed the giggle that rose up her throat. "What's so funny about that?" Hannah uttered huffily. "I can see that you are enjoying yourself." “Joshua is anything but a criminal, he is the most honest skin I know. It's me who is criminal ... uh! "

Freya's pov “You sure about this?” Finnick asked, adjusting the straps of his armor. “No,” I answered, pulling my cloak tighter around my shoulders. “But that never stopped us before.” The path ahead twisted into darkness. The Sanctum of Silence didn’t just resist sound. It devoured it. “Why do they call it silence?” Kye asked. “Because it’s quiet or because nothing comes back out to tell the tale?” Mira shot him a look. “Both.”

All of it leading to one thing. The Hollow Court wasn’t trying to invade the north. They were trying to wake something beneath it. Something old. Something that had been sleeping since before the first Council. Elena closed the journal slowly. “They call it the Silence,” she said. Kael frowned. “The Silence?” “A being that feeds on quiet,” Elena said. “On absence. On everything we’ve been trying to protect.” Mara swore under her breath. “And the Court wants to wake it?” “Yes,” Elena said. “And if they do, the north won’t be quiet anymore. It’ll be empty.”

The silence in the apartment was absolute. It was the kind of silence that comes after an explosion, when the ringing in your ears is the only sound left. Lorenzo stood at the window, a stark silhouette against the city lights, his shoulders rigid. The bond between us felt like a frayed wire, sputtering with the raw, jagged energy of his rage and betrayal.

She went on and on, lambasting them. “You should not be around those people. They are evil. I know nobody is saying anything but I feel it in my spirit that your Kai has everything to do with Lucas’ death. The other brother looks equally dangerous. Not to talk of the father.” She was breathing profusely from all the fast talking and Elara told her to calm down. “Take a deep breathe Sophie.”

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

Everything stops! Silence.