Silence Legion Novels & Stories

They sprinted toward the edge of the glass bridge and leapt into the blinding white light. The heat vanished, replaced by a cold so absolute it felt like a physical blow. They were standing in a vast, silent forest of crystalline trees. There were no animals, no wind, no sound. This was the "Silent Era," the moment before the first Wyrd had spoken the first word of power. Here, the "Anomalous Chord" was a deafening roar. “It’s too pure,” Emma gasped, clutching her ears. “The silence is trying to erase us!”

“No.” Amara whispered, “Then what?” Eve’s face became pale. “The Silence.” Lucian frowned. “What is the Silence?” Eve answered: “The thing that existed before thought.” A cold feeling spread through Lucian. “If it existed before thought…” “Yes.” Eve looked at him. “It existed before you.” Amara moved closer to Lucian. “Is it alive?” Eve shook her head. “That’s the problem.” “Then what is it?” Eve whispered: “Nothing.”

Dabby: “Some names just disappear and the smart move is not to ask why.” Marcus: “I’ve watched enough of these cycles. You notice, you shut up, you scroll on.” Lilian: “The siblings were loud for about forty-eight hours. Then nothing. Message received.” Jas_miinnn❤️: “Fear is more effective than any cease-and-desist. Everyone knows it.” DeeForexGuy: “Money and reach buy a particular kind of quiet. Respect it or join the quiet.” Angela22: “I used to comment on everything. Not this family. Not anymore.”

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

“Mommy!” Elena looked at him. His eyes were glowing. Not gold. Not black. Blue. The Silence stopped. For the first time, the black figure seemed to notice him. Lucas stared at it. And the impossible happened. The Silence spoke. Only one word. “You.” The Genesis count stopped. 1,000,001 SUBJECTS REMAINING Elena stared at Lucas. The black figure lowered its hand. Then Lucas whispered something that made even the barefoot creator recoil. “I remember you.”

He nodded and he took a seat beside him on the bed. “Unfortunately, I don't share my bed. I would have-” “I did not come here to sleep.” Zenith cut in. “I just need the silence your chambers have.” He said. Divine snorted a laugh. “Uncle, there are different types of silence. There is the peaceful silence and there is the forced silence. There will be times when there will be no peaceful silence in the palace, even here, in my chambers. There will be silence but it will be filled with fear and dread. Trepidation will flow in the air in the palace, and roam the streets of the Lycan Lands and everyone will have no choice but to inhale it because it would be the only option available to them.”

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.

And for the first time, Ama saw it. A shadow. Not a creature. Not exactly. A shape larger than worlds. Larger than stars. Something hidden beneath the Sea itself. Something ancient enough to make eternity seem young. The First Dreamer's voice trembled. We called it the Silence. The name sent a chill through everyone. The Silence. Not because it made no sound. Because it erased them. The Last Dreamer closed his eyes. “It doesn't destroy stories.” He looked toward the shadow. “It destroys meaning.” Nobody spoke.

Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat! But the last note she ever wrote? [Wil, Earth's just too bitter. I'm heading back to Planet Bunny! Don't worry—I'll visit often! (#^.^#)] William was always swamped. School, the company—his whole life felt like one endless war. But when the battles finally ended... All that waited was her cold body, pulled from a lake. She had tried. Really tried. Joined support groups—depression, aphasia, whatever she could find.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"