Silence Legion Novels & Stories

Come with us to the hospital for treatment, okay? The scene fell into silence. When I looked up again, my voice carried a mix of bitterness and gratitude. "I'll agree to the filming. Call it payback for saving my mom." … Filming Log: June 11, 2024 Looking at the words "Body Donation" on the contract, I suddenly turned to the camera. "Where will these videos be shown? I don't want my parents to see them. They can never find out, not for their entire lives." Tara immediately cut me off. "Julian, you're not going to die. The videos will only be used as internal materials. Don't worry. They won't know."

Luke interrupted the two of them and nodded at a small group of people who were standing in the distance and were talking. "Oh yeah. That's it, you're right. ”Now Liam put his arm around his brother's shoulders. "Don't you want to introduce us?" "Don't you dare!" Joshua hissed and looked straight ahead. "We have to go." "Oh come on," Liam begged and looked at Luke invitingly, but Luke shrugged. "That's not my style. You're the guy who goes your head through the wall to get what you want, I'm more of the quiet type."

My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. ***********************************************************************************************

"Wish I had at least one quiet one in the house." "Yeah, rather than quiet, it's more like he can't speak at all," Lucas spoke now. And just when they were all trying to understand, he touched his lips and dropped on them. "He's voiceless." The ticking clock dominated the atmosphere for a minute. Dylan had heard of friendly dinners being ruined by someone wrong choice of words at the wrong time, never did he think his family would fall under such descriptions. "Way to go, mom." Bree mumbled underneath her breath and Dylan couldn't agree more.

Return to silence, or be erased. Seren stepped forward, her gold aura flaring defiantly. “You call it silence. I call it fear.” > Fear is the child of chaos. I am the mother who quiets her. Lunara’s eyes glimmered. “You were never a mother. You were the pause before the first breath.” The Final Silence pulsed in response—a wave of nothingness spreading across the stars. Entire constellations vanished like forgotten words. --- The Collapse of Light The Living Moons flickered wildly.

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

Those who couldn’t handle it were already dropping to their knees, shaking uncontrollably. Horace, as the Silverglade Pack’s Alpha, approached nervously, his voice trembling. "Who… who would dare? Do they have a death wish to lay a hand on the Luna of Black Rose?" He took one look at my condition and nearly fainted on the spot. The rage in his chest swelled. If he could, he would’ve torn the culprit apart with his bare hands. Aiden’s lackeys were already as pale as sheets, their regret bone-deep. They’d mocked me for days. I’d told them over and over that I was Black Rose’s Luna. They hadn’t believed a word.

as a "Cosmic-Error." Elen, deep within the "Foundry-Core," felt the "Absolute-Cold" pressing against the Multiverse’s skin. This was not the cold of the North, which was merely a lack of heat; this was a "Conceptual-Freeze." The Silence was an "Anti-Narrative" that sought to "Level" all "Friction" into a flat, motionless "Nothing." It was the ultimate "Entropy," the end of the "Great-Story" where the ink simply refuses to flow.