S Is For Silence Evil Novels & Stories

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.

I passed out that night " A tear escaped her closed eyelids, now she could hear her screams and muffled cries where as Valente's laughter rung through her ears " Valente please don't do this..." She cried but he just chuckled

*Erico's POV* People always think I’m the quiet one because I prefer silence. They’re wrong. Silence isn’t a preference. It’s an instinct. A shield. A survival mechanism that’s kept me alive longer than I deserve. But around her… Silence becomes a battlefield.

​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.

as a "Cosmic-Error." Elen, deep within the "Foundry-Core," felt the "Absolute-Cold" pressing against the Multiverse’s skin. This was not the cold of the North, which was merely a lack of heat; this was a "Conceptual-Freeze." The Silence was an "Anti-Narrative" that sought to "Level" all "Friction" into a flat, motionless "Nothing." It was the ultimate "Entropy," the end of the "Great-Story" where the ink simply refuses to flow.

Silence had never been a problem for Victor. It was something he understood, something he controlled, something that obeyed him like everything else in his world. But Serena Moretti’s silence… was not the same. It wasn’t submission, nor was it fear in its simplest form. It was measured, deliberate, and that made it unpredictable.

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.

--- The Forgotten Name That night, she dreamed again—but this dream was not her own. She stood on a field of endless night. The stars were gone. Even the moonlight could not reach this place. Something moved in the dark—massive, soundless, ancient. When it spoke, it was not a voice. It was an idea pressed directly into her thoughts. > You have opened what was meant to sleep. Kimberly turned, her body trembling. “Who are you?” > The First Silence, it said. The breath before the Heart. The darkness rippled like water disturbed by a single drop.

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

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.