Silent Beat Novels & Stories

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

:: AUTO-CORRECT REJECTED :: REASON: PRESENCE-LED PATTERN OVERRIDES OLD SILENCE INTERPRETATION :: COMMENT: SILENCE IS NO LONGER READ AS NEUTRAL. IT IS ASSOCIATED WITH CORE USER. ABSENCE CANNOT BE MAPPED. Cassian stood. Quietly. Didn’t move toward the door. Didn’t call her name. He just watched as a room built to outlive emotion began to tremble slightly because the person it had learned to trust was no longer inside it. And Eden? She kept walking. Not to test the system.

But deep in her gut, something whispered. This is too perfect. Too still. Too quiet. The silence wasn’t peace. It was the stillness before a lightning strike. Amelia’s eyes were on Leah now. Ben’s fingers tapped a code into his tablet, quietly sending a signal through secure lines. They didn’t know what was coming, but they knew one thing for certain… The quiet they had grown used to was gone. The hum had returned. And it had chosen this day to make itself known. The thread was tugging again.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

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’.

He tried focusing on hearing the melody, along with that whistle and he secretly played in his brain the melody that everyone feared. Hmmm ... Hmmm. Watch me as I kill you ~ Hmmm ... Hmmm. Watch me as I kill you slowly ~ Hmmm ... Hmmm. I am Czatheign, and I'm at your back ~ He was devastated when he realized that the tone of that whistle matched the melody he feared. He was mentally depressed. I am Czatheign, and I'm at your back. He looked in the front mirror slowly, and his eyes widened in horror when he met the brown eyes of Czatheign.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

Then nothing. Only the echo of my own heartbeat. Slowing. And somewhere far away, the sound of a phone ringing. Once. Twice. Then silence.

Guarding. Waiting. In silence.