Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

Her aura was cold, her instincts unpredictable. "I heard something about Silence. He kills his enemies in a unique way. He destroys them without them even knowing," Tatiana placed a hand on his shoulder. "Does that ring a bell, uncle?" she whispered, watching as Tristan tried to piece together the puzzle. "Allow me to show you a secret. It wasn't easy to get ahold of this," Tatiana said and signaled for the guard to come closer. The guard pulled out a tablet and clicked on a video. Tristan squinted as the video played.

“Choose. Kill Kael, or yield your power and be sealed.” My pulse was hammered. Loud. Like war drums in my brain. Kill him or lose myself. Kill him or lose everything. Kill him or “I refuse,” I breathed. Silence. It was not nice. It was heavy. Sharp. A silence that cut deeper than knives.

Not quiet—silent. The kind of silence that comes when fear walks in. The reason stood right there… a silhouette near the door. My breath falters. My eyes snap up and freeze. Kill was standing there… his aura dark and deadly, like night condensed into bone and breath. His presence was violence wrapped in stillness. Yet he didn’t look at me. Not once. He just walked in, unhurried, unbothered. Everyone bowed, their heads lowered like prey before a predator. And before I could even process it, he took the reports from the doctor’s hands.

I raise my head to look him straight in the eyes through the mirror right in front of us and I grin wickedly. His eyes widens and my grin widen even more before turning into a sinister laughter, he shivers. “Who the hell do are you? Do you know who I am? I will have you killed” he rushes to say clearly frightened by my muscular and tattooed body but trying to act tough and less intimidated by me but I could perceive the fear coming from him and I close my eyes briefly breathing it in, “Fanculo” Fuck. I mouthed in delight. Normally I go straight into killing my victim but I felt like playing around with this one “ Ever heard of the name Silenzio?” I say with the same wicked grin. His knees bu

“OH, YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW THE KIND OF POISON THAT KILLED THAT BITCH-” “Hit him again, bitch!!” I yelled, stepping forward with the gun trained in my hand. “I dare you.” I snarled. My glare was molten, burning with bloodthirstiness. I wanted Tina’s blood spilt on the smooth floor. And I would get it. It was a vow. I would spill Tina’s fucking blood right here. Right now. I had unscrewed the silencer from the gun, so the whole world would hear Tina die. Water dripped down every inch of my body down at my feet, but the smile that was spreading on my face was more crazed than Tina’s. Shock.

The silence answered for me. She made a sound...something between a laugh and a sob, cracked right down the middle. "Then just do it," she whispered. Her voice dropped low and desperate. "Hit me. Scream at me. Hate me out loud — because this silence is killing me. You look right through me every single day like I don't exist. Like I'm not even standing in front of you." "Eliza, I'm not..." "Kill me!" The word tore out of her like something that had been caged too long. "Do something! Anything! Just stop looking at me like that!"

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

The guys built fire and earth barriers to protect themselves, but they weren’t strong enough. My ice pierced through the barriers, one going through Kaden’s shirt, pinning him to the ground. I fell to my knees, panting. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Kaden rising, but I had no strength left. Completely drained and exhausted, I couldn’t fight back. The last thing I heard was Kaden shouting my name, his voice back to normal, not like he was possessed, and then everything went dark around me.

"Sit in the chair." Ayla stared at him, her electric blue eyes hard as flint. She reached for the notepad she had hidden in her sleeve, her fingers moving with a rhythm she’d honed over a thousand sleepless nights. She scrawled three words and shoved the paper into Silas’s chest: "KILL ME INSTEAD." Silas crumpled the paper, his jaw clenching. "Don't be dramatic. It’s a calibration. We’re just dampening the scream so you can function without exploding the grid."