Silence Legion Novels & Stories

I stuttered, my voice barely coming out as I slowly backed away from Kaden, my heart racing. " Oh, this?" Kaden’s voice held a note of pride as he reached out to stroke the creature’s head. " This is my spirit animal, Luka." My breath caught in my throat. If that thing was an extension of him, then I definitely didn’t want to mess with either of them. The sheer size of it made my fear spike, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being completely out of my depth. " So, it’s true, you are the king's mate," Merilla’s voice rang in my mind, cutting through my fear with her calm certainty.

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Liora’s P.O.V. “The fight is tomorrow,” Gavin said, his voice rising despite himself. “I have less than twenty-four hours to prepare...” My heart slammed against my ribs. Before he could say another word, I lunged forward and clamped my hand over his mouth. “Shhh!” I pointed toward my ears, my eyes wide with warning. “They can hear.” As everyone had supernatural hearing in this house, speaking loudly was risky. Anyone could hear the news I was trying so hard to hide.

"Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it." Philip froze. "City hall? Why would they be contacting Grace?" He took the envelope and opened it. A second later, he was stunned by what he read. Inside was a stamped and approved Mate Bond Termination Agreement. "Grace wants to sever our bond? That's impossible, I can still feel it. I—" he whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to reach for the mate bond inside him. There was nothing. It was gone. Somewhere, somehow—Grace had already cut the bond.

"Wait for the ceiling to collapse? Wait until you’ve frozen your own heart solid? I’ve seen the way you stare at the walls when you think I’m asleep. You’re dying, Aiden. You’re turning into a statue before we even find the Silent Vault." Vane let out a wheezing, humorless laugh. "He’s right, kid. The girl—Kaelen—she’s not the one you should be worried about. It’s the silence. The Lancers are trained to suppress sound. They use dampened boots, padded steel, and silencing enchantments on their blades. You won't hear them until the blade is between your ribs. Do you really want to wait for that?"

”I created the first universe to replace you. Sophia’s expression hardened. “You tried to destroy it.” “I tried to destroy the thing that took you from me.” Lucien stepped forward. “You don’t own her.” The First Silence looked at him. “Neither do you.” Lucien answered immediately: “I know.” The First Silence frowned. Lucien continued: “That’s why she chose me.” Silence. For the first time the First Silence looked angry. The First Silence Attacks He lifted one finger. Lucien disappeared. Sophia screamed:

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

—remnants of the High Council’s middle management who viewed the new, open-source reality not as freedom, but as a Terminal Virus. "The Rifts are leaking more than just people now, Elara," Rhys said, his expression grim as he pointed to a series of erratic spikes on the valley's perimeter sensors. "We’re picking up a signal that doesn’t originate from any simulation we know. It’s a Zero-Day Exploit." The Weapon of Silence The Purists didn't send an army. They sent a Logical Vacuum. Known as "The Silence," their weapon was a piece of parasitic code designed to travel through the Rifts. It didn't delete matter; it removed the Metadata. To a person, it felt like a sudden, terrifying loss of ide

The Fear faction went dark, and the silence felt louder than any grenade—because silence from them always meant they were loading the next trap. It sat in the corners of the ancient stone sanctuary, thick and suffocating, making my ears throb with a pulse that wasn't even mine. Every time the tactical monitors flickered with a static-empty feed, the air in my lungs turned to lead.