Silent Battles Novels & Stories

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

“Neither side has tried anything—for now. It’s like… silence. Tense, expectant silence. As if everyone’s waiting for the other to make the first mistake.” I narrowed my eyes, leaning back slightly, absorbing the words. That calm, that lull—it didn’t feel right. I knew better. Wars never paused on a whim. Something was simmering under the surface, and whatever it was, it wasn’t simple caution. It was deliberate, calculated. Dangerous. “Silent doesn’t mean safe,” I said, low, a hint of warning threading my tone. “Something’s coming. You know it. I can feel it.”

She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

Stretching far beyond the tree line. Farther than I could count. The sight sent a chill through everyone on the wall. Blackthorn's warriors were outnumbered. Badly. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the silence. No battle cries. No orders. No conversations. Just thousands of glowing soldiers marching forward without making a sound. Like ghosts. Like memories. Like something pulled from a forgotten age. A horn sounded from within the formation. One deep note echoed across the valley. The Watchers stopped.

"One absence experienced from a thousand perspectives." "If that is true," Katherine said, and her voice dropped to the register she used when she was about to deliver news that would ruin everyone's day, "then we are not fighting an invading force. We are living inside one. The Silence is not coming through the membrane. The Silence is the space that the membrane exists in. We have been building our choir inside the belly of something that is now waking up." The compass burned. Jack closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids, the Utterance stirred with ancient, weary understanding.

Wren sat frozen beside us, the ledger clutched so tight against her chest that her knuckles had gone white even in the dim light filtering weakly through the cracks of the hidden latch above. Then, gradually, the sounds of fighting began to thin. Fewer voices. Fewer clashes of steel. And finally, a silence that felt different from the terrified stillness we'd been holding — a silence that felt, somehow, like the end of something rather than the terrible pause before more violence. Footsteps approached the latch above us, slow and heavy, and I braced myself, ready to press myself over Lena's small body one final time if it came to that. The latch lifted.

The entire underground city shook violently. The first Alpha cursed. “He’s going alone.” Kael’s voice exploded through the bond seconds later. “Oh my God—” Screaming erupted through the connection. Gunfire stopped instantly. Then came the soldiers’ terrified voices. “What is that?!” “FALL BACK!” “HE’S NOT HUMAN!” The system projected the battlefield automatically. And my blood ran cold. Silas walked through silver bullets without slowing down. The shadows around him swallowed every attack before it touched him. Council soldiers collapsed around him like paper.

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”