Silence Legion Novels & Stories

“I should be… hurt… I should—” Her voice broke. Silence swallowed the rest. Then— “…hurt… hurt…” Lena’s breath caught. The sound didn’t come from her. It came back. From the darkness. Echoing. Mocking. Her body went still. “Who’s there?” she asked quickly. Her voice shook now. No answer. Just that same thick silence. Her chest tightened. “Stop… stop playing with me…” she said, louder this time. Still nothing. Lena swallowed hard.

August repeated to the silence. ​---

Leah is abusing her! Silence filled the hallway. After a long while, he finally answered in a tired and indifferent voice. "Yvonne, Leah already told me. "You need to calm down. "Don't hurt the pup. "And don't make baseless accusations." My heart felt like it had fallen into an icy abyss. The last time I saw my daughter, her body was swollen red all over. Blisters covered her skin as if she had been severely burned by wolfsbane. At that moment, I completely broke down.

"We call it the Silence. Not because it is quiet, but because it consumes sound, light, warmth, life — everything that exists, it unmakes. The Blight was its breath. The First Wound was its doorway. And the Unmaker was its voice." Lira stared at the map, her mind reeling. "You're saying we didn't defeat the real enemy. We only closed a door it was using." "Yes. The door is closed. The Blight is ended. But the Silence still exists, pressing against the boundaries of our world, seeking another crack. Another Wound. And it has had a thousand years to grow patient." Aria stepped forward. "High Seer, if the Silence is still out there, what can we do? How do we fight something that isn't even in o

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

The basement was cold, damp, and oppressive. Stephen brought me only one meal a day. At first, I was utterly terrified, so frightened that I forced my eyes open wide in the darkness, straining to see anything. When a rat scurried by, my heart pounded uncontrollably. As a mute, however, no matter how terrified I was, I couldn't make a sound. All I could do was curl up against the wall, clutching myself tightly and trembling as fear consumed me.

I am a redeemer of angels from eternal damnation, and I should try and convince myself that it should be her. As soon as I walked into my residence, I managed to reach for a martini glass and started pouring myself some booze as a shuddering consciousness tried to follow me. The buzzing sound in my ears started to turn into a screechy scream as if it intends to bleed my ear to death. I am trying to look for silence. I am seeking peace. I am searching for darkness. "What causes this to occur? Why is it beginning to happen again? How come I can't do anything to stop it?"

There's something fragile about how quiet the room is. My phone rings. Timothy. I watch the name blink on the screen, and my fingers tap the green button before I can stop myself. His voice comes through the speaker, too high and yet so soft, “I miss you alrea—” I press the red button so fast, my fingers trembling. My father coughs, a sharp sound that makes my blood run cold. Did he hear?