Silence Legion Novels & Stories

"She's invoking the Moon's power! She's trying to change the laws of the valley!" Figures began to emerge from the shadows of the Citadel. They were not Rogues. They were not Iron-Claws. They were the "Silents", a group of lunar fanatics. They wore pale grey robes and their faces were covered by masks. They moved with a synchronized grace. "Blackwoods defend the perimeter!" Damon roared, his new solar fire erupting from his hands. The battle that followed was a nightmare of light and shadow. The Silents did not fight like the Rogues, they moved in silence. Their moon-glass blades sliced through the air with a sound like whistling wind.

My stomach tightened instantly. The silence wasn't just the absence of sound; it was a physical weight. The low, familiar vibration in the concrete floorboards, the one I had grown to use as a background heartbeat had completely vanished. The air-conditioning vents clicked, a dying gasp of cool air blowing across the bolts of silk before dying out entirely. My shadow, cast long and distorted by the studio lamps, stretched across the floor toward the entrance. I held my breath, listening. Beneath the thick layer of reinforced concrete, there was a faint, metallic rhythm.

Gianni whispered as she got off stage ready to walk back to her room and wait with the man that was keeping her but he was no longer there. " Gianni " She whispered, her lips trembling as she sprinted towards her brother and hugging him so tight not ready to let go. Gianni pulled away placing his leather jacket to cover her skimpy dress then carried her in his arms bridal style. It was the only way for her not to see the dead bodies they had created. "Let's move, there's movement down the hall " Piper checked the Silencer of her gun as they started to head over towards the back door.

A deafening silence descending over the hall. *****************************************

Hence when he had told them to leave, they didn’t want to as they wanted to infiltrate the Silent Moon pack and somehow it seemed that they thought they could fight the workers there and then enter without a fight. Just some wild thoughts they could have after knowing that the Silent moon was one of the biggest and tightest packs to have had that kind of thoughts. He couldn’t let them walk away; he just saw each rogue as Derrick and just wanted them to feel pain same as Nathalia had felt those pains.

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight

You mustn't shield her, or else she'll be taken away by the Silverlune Guards. I tried to punch Dad angrily, but my fists passed through the air uselessly. "Bad Dad! That's not me at all! Have you forgotten? You tore the pocket in that shirt, and Mom stitched a little rabbit in that spot. The shirt in the video doesn't have a rabbit!" Mom, who had been laughing just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. She stared at Dad, her eyes filled with contempt. "Call the Silverlune Guards here, then," she said. "I'll wait here for them."

Chapter 18: Collateral Damage POV: Jamie The silence at Black + Lane was louder than shouting. It wasn’t the productive hush of a team deep in flow, or the respectful quiet of professionals respecting boundaries. This was something heavier—thick, deliberate, the kind of silence that wrapped around you like smoke from a fire you hadn’t started but everyone assumed you’d lit. It clung. It followed.

“You’re not alone anymore. Something followed you through the thread.” A shadow split from the realm’s edge, long and jagged, stitched from lies and stitched by them. It wasn’t the Spiral. It wasn’t the gods. It was what they’d feared: The Silence Between Threads. A force that fed on forgetting, on unraveling meaning until only noise remained. Selena stepped forward, now wreathed in the light of the Only Temple, and raised her hand. Threads danced between her fingers like blades. “You were never part of the truth. You were the hole they dug to bury it.”