Silence Legion Novels & Stories

The microphone, covered in a black foam wind muff, looked like a predatory bird perched on the end of Nike’s arm. "So," Nike began, the red light on her recorder glowing like a warning eye. "I’m standing here with the 'Silent Artist of Surulere.' Tobi, the whole city is talking about this mural. People say you’ve turned a storage shed into a temple. Tell us, why the silence? Is it a protest? A choice? Or are the colors simply too loud for words?" She thrust the microphone forward. The silence that followed was so heavy it seemed to dampen the sound of distant traffic.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

"Enough talk." Silas didn't flinch. He just smiled wider. "You think I'm alone?" Suddenly, the lights in the server room died. Total darkness. Then, the red emergency lights kicked on, bathing the room in a blood-red glow. Shadows moved between the server racks. The sound of weapons being cocked echoed from all sides. "Drop the gun, Lucian," Silas said, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. "Or you don't leave Geneva." I didn't drop the gun. I counted the footsteps. Eight men. Maybe ten.

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.”

"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."

"She's invoking the Moon's power! She's trying to change the laws of the valley!" Figures began to emerge from the shadows of the Citadel. They were not Rogues. They were not Iron-Claws. They were the "Silents", a group of lunar fanatics. They wore pale grey robes and their faces were covered by masks. They moved with a synchronized grace. "Blackwoods defend the perimeter!" Damon roared, his new solar fire erupting from his hands. The battle that followed was a nightmare of light and shadow. The Silents did not fight like the Rogues, they moved in silence. Their moon-glass blades sliced through the air with a sound like whistling wind.