Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

Try to be in a group or pair. I grabbed the remote to change the channel as I got irritated. Out of nowhere, Breaking News has scrolled on the screen. What now?? A murder in broad daylight. Three people discovered a dead body in a public area, and this time it was a make. Did the killer strike again?? Is anyone safe?? The room was silent; you could hear the remote drop on the floor. I couldn't believe the picture that they showed. "Holy shit."

How low had I stooped down? I slumped down on the cold hard floor and buried my head in my knees, while my whole body shook with my cries. "You get to grieve for 5 minutes. Not more than that. We have to get back to business." Callum's voice broke through the silence in the room. "How could you say that. How is this all normal for you? We are murderers!" I shouted, my voice hoarse from all that crying and vomiting. "You will get used to it. It's a survival strategy. Kill or get killed." He replied, nonchalant to all the screaming that I just did.

Silence settled heavy and suffocating over the large room. The silence was so thick you could hear the rain heavy against the high glass windows and the ragged, whistling sound of Killian's shallow breathing... Killian slowly looked down at the floorboards, a dark, satisfied glint returning to his eyes as a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his bandaged mouth... He knew just as well as I did that Silas wouldn't be able to stay away... He knew Silas was out there right now, tearing his own body apart with rage, driven out of his fucking mind by the mate bond...

Smack! I slapped him. Hard. He stared at me in disbelief. "You hit me for him?" He then grabbed my hand, eyes glistening with tears. "If it helps, hit me again. Hit me until you're done being angry… then come back to me, okay? Grace, I love you. I can't live without you." I tore my hand from his and walked back to Ryan. "I'll say it again, Philip: we are done. The moment you hit me for Laila, the moment you left me in that forest, when our child died because you turned your back on us, we're done."

He lunged, forcing Silas to roll a bit with him or lose his grip. Ekko swung something. Silas didn't know what, but she caught both their arms, sweeping them up as the gun went off again. Igney's left arm buckled and Silas drove the knife home, into his chest at the base of his throat. There was a moment of shock as Igney stared at Silas, eyes open wide, his mouth working. "Sorry," Silas whispered. He hadn't wanted to do this. Killing had never come easy to him, and he knew he'd remember Igney's wide eyes for the rest of his life.

But the silence prevailed in the surroundings all of a sudden, so sharp that it sliced my breath in half. My entire body shook as the sound of bodies hitting the ground came from outside, the unmistakable, sickening weight of men collapsing. I recognized it in a heartbeat. The rhythm of death! I had heard it all my life from the other side of walls and doors! My pulse skittered as only wolves’ growls now echoed in the forest, washing a wave of despair over me. The lycans weren’t roaring anymore, and it was a sign that death wasn’t far away from me.

“Yeah. The noise in your life is the market, the boardroom, the gala. But the silence here… it’s the lack of life. You built an escape hatch from the noise, but you didn’t put anything in it.” Igor was silent for a long time. I thought I had pushed too far, but then I felt his arm slowly tighten around me, pulling me closer against his solid frame. “You are terrifyingly perceptive, Killian,” he admitted, his voice barely a breath. “I have always needed silence. But before you… the silence was deafening. It was a vacuum, confirming the profound emptiness I confessed to. Now, the silence is different.” He shifted slightly, leaning his chin against the top of my head. “Now, the silence is Deepe

No matter what move you make, weakness cannot be one of them. So as expect. There is a voice raised a pitch too high. Clear words are spoken. "You are going to tell us where it is." There is absolute silence. Yet more words are spoken. "Do you want to die today? Tell us where it is." They have two changes, shit to nothing. But do they care? No. Breyden will pay for his silence. Then. BANG. There is an echo of what is clearly I gunshot that echoes through the house. Terror sets in. Edward looks at me. I only but close my eyes for one brief second.

No second chance. Her body goes still. Limp. Empty. I release her. She hits the ground. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t exist. Silence fills the room. Heavy. Complete. I stare down at what’s left. Not satisfied. Not relieved. Just… Certain. “She won’t be coming back,” I say to myself. Because this time— I didn’t just kill her. I ended whatever she turned into. And if I’m wrong? If she somehow crawls her way back again?