Silent Breath Steam Novels & Stories

​The transition to a quiet life had been successful, or so we told ourselves. Our cottage, perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Zaros Sea, was isolated enough to feel like a sanctuary. But silence in our world was rarely an end to the story; it was usually just a pause. ​It started on a Tuesday night. The coastal town of Oakhaven was quiet, the only sound of the rhythmic pulse of the tide against the rocks below. Julian was in the small shed we used for repairs, fiddling with an antique shortwave radio he had salvaged from a local scrap heap. He liked the static—he said it reminded him of the white noise he used to hear when he was linked to the network.

The "Eraser Wave" was not a wall of water or fire, but a wall of absolute silence that moved through the vacuum at a fraction of the speed of light. As it approached Aethelgard, the vibrant azure sky began to bleed into a dull, necrotic grey, and the liquid quartz oceans beneath us started to simmer with a frantic, jagged energy. I stood at the primary resonance console of the First Mother’s Breath, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, a rhythm I had to maintain as the universal metronome for the entire planet.

“You understand what it means to be out here. The rest of us... we forget.” I didn’t know how to respond to that. In the distance, branches cracked—a sharp, sudden sound. Tavien clenched his fist: a signal. We all froze. In that moment, everything felt crystal clear. No past. No future. Only the now. Maybe that was necessary too—a moment stripped of meaning. No blame. No explanations. Just breath. And one step forward. Tavien watched me. The silence broke again, this time by Lira’s voice.

Nissa froze. She instinctively moved to pick up the pieces, but before she could reach them, Benjamin grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the wall. Her petite frame was completely overpowered, like a sparrow caught in the jaws of a wolf. She had no strength to resist. Tears welled in her eyes as she whimpered, pleading silently, her lips mouthing desperate sounds. But Benjamin showed no mercy. He leaned in close, his voice low and full of menace, whispering against her ear, "Want to know for yourself what it feels like to be scalded with hot water?"

Hot tears blinded my vision, as they flowed non stop, for minutes or hours, I couldn't count but when tears couldn't come out anymore, I decided to drag my tired body up and wash myself. I headed straight to the bathroom, and within seconds, hot steam filled with the whole room. I let myself sink into the warm water, letting the hot steam do it to work by flooding all my pores and tense muscles. I had added the herb that Daphne had kept for me for this very moment, according to her it sooth the mind and calms the soul, and without realising it, i sank deeper, allowing the herb to do it work by sipping into my bones and clearing of my head of every impure thoughts that kept on running inside

I see the wall and the floor shaking and everything seems to be blur. Agatha started pulling my head inside the left bucket filed with water. The cold freezing water wake me up back to the painful reality. I'm shaking my head from left to right and been trying to lift it up but Agatha's hand is too strong holding on to the back of my head. I can't breathe and I feel like dying as water started to fill my lungs and throat.

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.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

He vaguely felt her small, dainty hands rest on his shoulders and her cooling, calm and soothing voice as she whispered encouraging words to him. "Inhale, Exhale, Excel". She whispered and the soft wind blew her words deep into his ear and down to his heart, leaving an encouraging and calming effect on him. He was utterly and completely stupefied as he tried to wrap his head around how her voice had such powerful effect on him after so many years and how she wasn't even there with him. “I believe in you. You can do it. Just take a deep breath and release your energy. Be one with the silence in your environment, zone out the littlest of sounds and focus on the smooth, comforting whispers of t

I arch my back. "Shh! Baby." He whispers. He speeds up and I start building up and seconds after I explode on his hands screaming his name. He retreats his fingers and makes no other move, "Why are you stopping?" He has left me a panting sweaty mess, "All in good time baby, sweet dreams." Fuck.