Silence Legion Novels & Stories

Everyone quietened down. The silence was deafening.

“The version of myself I thought I was.” “And the one you are becoming,” Evelyn added. He took her hand. “That one scares me less.” They stopped beneath a streetlight, the glow soft against the pavement. “The cost of silence,” Evelyn said quietly, “is that it asks everyone else to pay.” Alexander nodded. “Not anymore.” Above them, the city lights stretched on, unaware of the reckoning unfolding within its towers. But for the first time, the legacy of fire felt exposed, stripped of justification. Silence had protected the system.

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!”

He looked at his son—the boy he had never known—and the first tear I had ever seen from him escaped his eye. “Leo...” Killian breathed. But the moment of peace didn’t last. From the entrance of the amphitheater, the sound of clapping echoed. Slow. Rhythmic. Mocking. Silas stepped out of the shadows. But he wasn’t alone. He was flanked by a dozen warriors in the same black-and-gold armor as the Northern Lycan Empire—but they were pointing their weapons at us. “Remarkable,” Silas said, his violet eyes glowing with a cold, terrifying intelligence. “The union of the Alpha and the Queen. The catalyst I’ve been waiting for.”

The Weaver of Sorrows stepped back, her glass form cracking under the pressure of the dark energy. ​“It is too much,” she groaned. “The cathedral cannot hold against the weight of the Star’s hunger. The Loom will be choked before the first stitch is finished.” ​“No,” I said, though I had no voice. My intent rippled through the air, a command of pure shadow. “I am the Silence. And the silence is where the noise goes to die.”

Everything stops! Silence.

"The Silence isn't the disease." The entire chamber went still. Neria's eyes closed, as if hearing the voice again still hurt. In the memory, younger Neria frowned. "What?" Seraphine looked toward the horizon. "The Silence is a symptom." The words sent a chill through me because suddenly everything we had learned started fitting together. Fear, division, hatred, loss—the Silence fed on them because it came from them. The memory Seraphine smiled sadly. "If people stopped creating it..." She touched the crystal in her hands. "...it would stop returning."

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."