Silence Revenge Novels & Stories

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

"Let the sunshine find us" Silence envelopes the whole room, suffocating silence. I could feel waves of anger, radiating from Ophelia, it was too much to bear. The intensity was beyond a regular person's reaction. I peer at her, through my tear-soaked eyelashes. She wasn't moving from her seat, staring blankly into space. I could feel the wheels in her head rotating, the reality sinking in, the pain unfolding. "Tell me your lying." She finally whispered. I stay silent, scared of her outburst.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

Darkness deepened the night, with Clara closing her eyes and curling her lips to a chilling smile. The room was still, except for the quiet rustling of the fallen leaves that fell outside through the cracked window. Clara was motionless upon the cot. Her words filled the air as a haunting promise: heart steady and unwavering and beating in accordance with a masterfully planned revenge. She learned to crave silence, feed off it and fine-tune herself by it. She calculated everything- every movement and every move in her thoughts with the best accuracy. That wasn't spur of the moment vengeance; this was a piece in the works.

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

Silvano The new mark is straightforward. A mid-level politician skimming funds from the wrong accounts and talking too loudly about deals that should stay buried. I handle it before dawn—clean entry, silenced shot, staged suicide with a forged note. No witnesses. No traces. Silenzio does what he was built for. By sunrise the city already whispers about another tragic loss in public service. I should feel nothing. I usually do. Today the kill sits heavier than it should. Maybe because Mirella’s face keeps flashing behind my eyes. Or maybe because every completed mission reminds me how easily the Organization can redirect my aim again.

The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tensions, like a physical presence that seemed to press down on them both. "I want revenge," she said finally, her voice low and deadly, the words dropping like a stone into the stillness. Alpha Ardon's face was a mask of calm calculation, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he considered her words, his eyes betraying a hint of surprise, a flicker of curiosity.

In the thick atmosphere filled with the stench of blood, skin burnt, sweat and semen, Sila’s hard breathing and screams, Vladimir Sokolov walked towards his sister slowly, his own legs screaming in pain. “Sila, he is dead!” He said calmly. Sila snapped her head up to see who disturbed her revenge. Her rage filled, bloodshot eyes filled with angry tears hurt Vladimir’s heart as He looked at her, completely shook. He cursed himself for her condition, For prolonging her revenge that had left nothing in her heart but revenge and bitterness. She was not his sweet innocent sister anymore.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.