Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

Think about that while he is ploughing you, soon it will be three or four of us fucking that pretty ass of yours. Anger seared through her at their disrespect and without a second thought, she drew one of the guns from her pocket and shot them both dead at point-blank range, pleased she had fitted the silencer to it as a precaution as it barely made a sound. Standing in front of Khalid’s bedroom door she pressed her ear to it and listened intently, after a few minutes she heard soft snoring and silently opened the door entering inside. She remained still, like a statue controlling her breathing and allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness taking her time, if she rushed things could and pr

His eyes were missing. My eyes are on you, Lilia, the bloody note read. Lilia’s scream rattled the walls. “Get it away! Take it!” She slammed her hands down. “Why can’t I kill her?!” “This seems to be written in Silence’s format,” her maid said calmly. “You think Silence would save her?” Lilia laughed bitterly. “Impossible. Just some fool trying to scare me. I will kill her, by all means. I am Lilia Kuznetsov.”

If I stay here and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, he will still kill me. Right now, I have no option. “I don't understand,” I breathe, my voice raspy, tangling in with the sound of the rain outside. “Why do this?” I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this conversation. There is no way he's going to talk back to me, since he’s a Silent, trained to never open his mouth to anyone. He would rather die for his cause then even acknowledge me for a second. At this point, I'm just buying time, while my mind clambers to think of a way to get out of this.

"Punish me if you must, but spare him." Silence hung heavy in the air as Killan remained tight-lipped. His eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail with a keen sense of awareness. Despite the pressing questions and eager anticipation of those around him, he remained stoic and unyielding. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone waited with bated breath for him to break his silence. Mrs. Gracefield had reached a point of despair where the only viable path was to expose the true condition of Alpha Killan.

I was alone. I tried to stand, but the baby, my Void, reacted. The Executioner, a man who had killed hundreds of Alphas, was like a beacon. Silver energy pulsed through my veins, glowing like liquid metal. My heartbeat matched its rhythm, wild and fast. “There it is,” the Executioner breathed, hand hovering inches from my skin. “The light that consumes.” “Stop!” Killian’s voice cut like a blade. He had broken away from Silas, sword in hand, and lunged. But Silas moved faster, not to save me, but to keep the secret. He tackled Killian mid-air. They crashed into the stone table, splintering it into pieces.

And that was when the truly dark thought hit her. Nissa saw it in her eyes and knew exactly what she was about to do. She shook her head frantically, pleading with her, waving her arms in desperation. But Charlotte was too far gone. She picked up a heavy stone and lifted it high. Her target was clear: Nissa's belly. One stone, two lives. Exactly what she hoped for. Just as she was about to swing, sirens cut through the silence, growing louder and closer by the second. Police cars screeched to a halt near the slope, tires kicking up gravel.

Chapter 12 The silence did not feel normal. At first, Aria thought it would be easier. No messages. No control. No voice on her phone. Just peace. But it did not feel like peace. It felt empty. Too quiet. Too still. Like something was missing. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone again. Nothing. No new messages since last night. Since— “Now it is just you and me.” Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone on the bed as if it burned her hand. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “This is what you wanted.”

He wanted to give you a love story, Wren. The words echoed inside my skull, sharp and venomous. A love story. Is that what you call a gilded cage built on carefully calculated defense strategies? Is that what you call four years of absolute silence, of watching me weep in my sleep, holding me close, and whispering that everything was going to be alright while keeping his foot on the neck of everyone who knew the truth?

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I