S Is For Silence Evil Novels & Stories

​The silence of the cell was absolute, a heavy and suffocating weight that felt like it was pressing the very air out of my lungs. I lay on the cold, sterile floor, Silas’s parting words echoing in my mind like a rhythmic drumbeat. Stop my heart. It was a classic Sovereign technique—the "Death-Sleep" used by the ancient queens of the North to survive the Great Frost or to hide their presence from trackers. But it required a level of internal control and mental stillness that I had never truly mastered. I had always been the fire, the storm, and the explosion. I didn't know how to be the still, frozen lake beneath the ice.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Evelyn looked at the enormous eye. "Then why does it still exist?" "Because I can't kill it." "Why?" "Because if I do..." He looked at Evelyn. "...you die." Evelyn's blood went cold. "What?" "The Silence is connected to you." "How?" "You created it." "I know." "No." Lucian shook his head. "You didn't simply create it." "You became it." Evelyn stopped breathing. Lucian continued. "The Silence is the part of you that existed before creation."

The things I'd do to fuck that. The sound of slow clapping made both of us freeze. "Well, Well, Well. My brother fucking our innocent little stepsister? Shocker."

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Sophia screamed: “LUCIEN!” She tried to reach him. Nothing. He was gone. Not dead. Not trapped. Erased. Sophia turned toward the First Silence. Her eyes became golden. “Bring him back.” He smiled. “Choose me.” “No.” “Then he’ll remain erased.” Sophia’s hands trembled. The Father Beyond shouted: “Don’t listen to him!” The First Silence looked at him. “You should be quiet.” The Father Beyond suddenly vanished. Sophia stared.

All he could see was red. "Show her the beast you are!" Silas laughed coughing out blood, the room reverberating with the intensity of their confrontation. Silvio unleashed his untamed fury upon him. “Shut up! I SAID FUCKING SHUT UP!” Silvio growled. “She’ll hate you! AND YOU’LL DIE A MISERABLE DEATH!” Silas laughed maniacally.

A loud slap landed on Evanthe's face without a warning, that leaves a red mark of Calista's hand on her cheek as a sign that it really was hard. "I am not a murderer! If there's someone inside this room who has the dirty plan and willingness to take down people only for her to be at the top, it is you Evanthe!" Evanthe's eyes gets even wider upon hearing those words with Calista's point finger pointing on her face. "You thought I didn't know that you tried to pay people to kill me not just once or twice but a bunch of time, and now you had the audacity to say the word criminal at my face? Shame on you and your stupid idiot soul for pretending to a saint when you're really an evil." Evanthe's

"Hmph. Those two old fossils don't like me, but now that I'm pregnant with Philip's pup, they have no choice but to help with our Marking Ceremony! "Once I become his mate, I'll make sure they regret everything." I frowned. I could not believe we were having our ceremonies on the same day. I sighed and stood up, ready to head into the hall early. I had no interest in running into ghosts from the past. Alas, fate was never kind that way. Just as I stepped out, I bumped into a drunken man. I tried to avoid him, but he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Grace? Is that you?"

I⁠ couldn't spea‍k, did he sen‍se anyt‍hing? Di⁠d he⁠ know? “I had col‍d feet,” I said softl‌y. He smiled. The pr⁠iest spoke, words‍ abou‌t love, words‌ ab⁠out l‍oyalty‌, wo‍rds abo‌ut forever. Forever s⁠ounded like a‍ locked‍ room. My mind raced. Wh⁠at if he found out? Fear pressed against pride, pride fought back.