Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

I slammed into him from behind and we both went crashing into the boards, the impact was hard and I felt something crack in my shoulder, but I did not care, I was on top of him, my fists connecting with his face, blood spraying across the ice He shoved me off and we were rolling on the ice, punching and clawing and snarling at each other like wild animals, I heard the shouts of our teammates and the shrill sound of the referee's whistle but I did not give a shit, I was going to destroy him I was on top of him again, my hands around his throat, squeezing, watching his face turn red as he struggled for breath, my fangs were bared and I could taste blood in my mouth, my own or his, I did not kn

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."

Just that number. Just— Dead. Fucking. Silence.

I lean into it, the cold barrel digging into my skin as I breathe out the words. “Do it.” My voice is barely a whisper, my heart hammering in my chest. “Kill me.” For a brief moment, there’s silence. The smirk on his face fades, his eyes narrowing as he watches me. The gun stays pressed firmly under my chin, his grip unyielding.

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.

Chapter 43 POV: Lydia Hart I used to believe silence was safety. If I didn’t ask, if I didn’t look too closely, if I let love fill in the gaps where truth should have been, then nothing could hurt me. Silence was the soft place I landed when the world felt sharp. Now I know better. Silence is how they move pieces without you noticing. Silence is how men like Julian Kerr and Ethan Cross decide your fate while smiling into cameras. Silence is how you wake up one morning and realize your life has become evidence.

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?