Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

His fingers, strong as iron tongs, closed around my jaw, squeezing my cheeks against my teeth until I felt the metallic taste of blood. “Listen to me well, you little bastard,” Silas hissed, his breath of rotting meat hitting my face. “I don't give a shit how hard it is. Ivy Sterling is the key to destroying Killian and I want that key in my hands before the Red Moon rises.” “He’s going to kill me!” I tried to say, but my voice came out choked by the pressure of his fingers. Silas slammed me against the stone wall with a force that made the air leave my lungs. The impact cracked the wall behind my head.

I asked, my silver fingers leaving frost-marks on the glass. ​"Pain... is the... highest frequency," the Surgeon replied. "Comfort is... silent. We needed a... world that screamed." ​Killian’s grip tightened on his spear. "We’re done screaming for you. If this 'Silence' is coming, we’ll face it on our own terms. We don't need a hive-mind to tell us how to fight."

My body began to tremble, and I thought I might explode any second. "Silence!" Ash thundered. The vibration of his voice pierced through me, igniting all my senses. His command was absolute, muting even the volume of everyone's breathing. Ash's eyes burned, rage sharpening his jaw and cheekbones. Then a deadly hiss left his mouth, "Get. The. Fuck. Out." Everyone shifted toward the door. I also began to rise to my feet, but Ash placed his hand on my shoulder, holding me down. "You stay," he said. "We need to talk."

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

The silence in the apartment was absolute. It was the kind of silence that comes after an explosion, when the ringing in your ears is the only sound left. Lorenzo stood at the window, a stark silhouette against the city lights, his shoulders rigid. The bond between us felt like a frayed wire, sputtering with the raw, jagged energy of his rage and betrayal.

He was the ultimate infection: a localized rejection that had turned the pack’s own protective instincts against itself. "Leo, Toby! Protect the perimeter!" Killian commanded. The battle that followed was a clash of fundamental laws. Garrow moved with the jerky, mechanical speed of the Silent Ones, his claws leaving trails of absolute zero in the air. Killian met him with the weight of the mountain, every strike of his quartz-plated paws creating a sonic boom that disrupted the void’s stability.

Day seven. [System Alert: Final Phase has begun.] [Silent Survival] [Countdown: 24 Hours] [Victory Condition: Keep your team intact until time runs out.] There were only two of us left in the recording studio. Chloe kicked off her heels and curled up on the sofa. I added a few logs to the fireplace, the warm glow dancing in the sealed room. No more cameras. No more audience. No more enemies to deceive. For the first time, we could let go of all our masks.

If I slept, I'd see my parents again. I resisted, fighting the seductive pull of darkness with all my might. I knew it was lying to me, but I couldn't speak. It felt like I was choking. I could only run—run... Just as the suffocating sensation threatened to consume me, a beam of light tore through the darkness like a sword. I, too, overcame the heaviness in my chest. For the first time, I heard my own voice, clear and true. "Harvey... help me."

*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.

He carries out the commands from the numbers twenty-six and twenty-eight. “We got ourselves a killer here. Even this twenty-seven who harassed women.” “Hey, don’t call me by the number. They call me Skittles the plank.” The Silencer grabbed him with one hand on the throat, “the next word out of your mouth better be meaningful,” skittles shaped and tried to break loose, but Silencer’s grip was more potent than a vice grip. He had started choking and coughing. Please, let me go.” Silencer let go of Skittles, and as he fell to the ground, Silence leaned over “why shouldn't I spare you?”