Silence Legion Novelas e Histórias

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

The thing Serena had learned about Lucian was that silence meant different things depending on who was wearing it. For most people, silence was avoidance. For Lucian, silence was often protection. Not of himself. Of everyone else. Which was significantly more annoying. It was nearly midnight. The city stretched beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lucian's penthouse, Los Angeles glowing in that strange way it always did after midnight. Like a promise nobody should trust. Serena sat curled into one corner of his sofa with a glass of wine she hadn't touched.

She made the other girls fall quiet and stare at her. "Guys, did you hear that?" She asked, pointing absentmindedly in the mid air. Everyone fell silent and listened. A rustling sound could be heard, and they all became more alert. "Sounds like footsteps." Christine whispered. "Heavy and... Doesn't feel like a man's!" "Lora, your uncle said this place was free of threat, didn't he?" Tori muttered near her ear as all the girls got up and stuck together. "He said and I've been here before as well. Everything's been fine back then." Lora replied fearfully.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

he said and slightly ran after her. Meanwhile, June and Amelia walked toward the other door. Ever since they entered the room, no one bothered to talk between them. They stand before it, waiting for the others to finally choose their own door. It seems like there are 12 doors inside. And every partnered student should choose their own door. When all of the students finally stood before their chosen door, a green light suddenly lit up the whole room. The white light suddenly disappeared, and it was as if they were now in an apocalyptic area because of the vibe it brought.

*Silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Marcus growled. "No. It is trying to exist. The same way the Rage was trying to exist. The same way the reflections were trying to exist. The Silence is the space that makes music possible. Without it, the choir is just noise. The Silence is not attacking us. It is trying to be heard." "Something that eats doors is trying to be heard." "The Rage tried to drain the Figure through the Bridge. The first Harmony's compound interest nearly restructured physics. Every component of the Figure's original sacrifice has reacted to being ignored with increasingly desperate measures."

But now, nothing. “Jun,” he called quietly. “You hear that?” Jun didn’t have to ask what. He heard it too. Or rather, he heard what was missing. “Whisper Team,” Jun muttered. “It has to be. Nobody else can kill sound across a whole district.” Whisper Team — Dominion’s invisible vanguard, the ghost-unit known for two things: undetectable entry and leaving no survivors. Their operations always began the same way: First, silence. Then, darkness.