Silent But Deadly Novels & Stories

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

"We’re not 'Free.' We’re just dying slower. We’ve traded a 'Violet Cage' for a lead-lined coffin." Outside, the "Silent City" was descending into a different kind of chaos. The primary diesel generator—a massive, iron beast that belched black smoke into the pristine desert sky—had sputtered and died three hours ago. The "Un-Synced" were arguing in the mud and dust, their voices raised in the panicked, discordant tones of people who had lost their "Collective Calm." Without the Sombra to smooth out the jagged spikes of cortisol and adrenaline, the camp was a powder keg of primate aggression.

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

“You don’t get it. I felt her cry out for me… and then nothing. Like someone cut the cord.” The Beta hesitated, his face drawn and grim. “There’s only one reason a mate bond goes silent like that…” Both Ash and I turned toward him sharply. “What are you talking about?” “If the bond goes silent,” he said slowly, “it usually means one thing—” “Don’t,” Ash snarled. The Beta swallowed. “—It means the mate is either dead… or close to it.” For a second, everything froze. Then both Ash and I growled, the sound ripping from deep in our chests, feral and deadly. The Beta took a step back.

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.

For two full days, there was only silence. The phones stayed quiet, no unexpected calls arriving at odd hours. No whispers or leaks filtered their way to the press, no planted stories hinting at scandal. The halls of the building themselves seemed to carry a strange weight, an unnatural stillness that settled like a heavy cloak over every corner. It felt as though the air itself had been drained, leaving only a hollow pause before the inevitable resumption of hostilities.

I knew what it was like to want to tell someone something desperately, and not being able to make a sound. My muteness cost me my voice. Fear cost Nora hers. But we were safe now. Kyle was gone. Wasn’t he?

Liora’s P.O.V. Death drug? Holy cow! After spending my entire life as a silent participant in high-end meetings, I was aware of every confidential information discussed there. Once an alpha mentioned a deadly drug to use as a modern weapon in wars, as fighting with claws and shedding blood were old methods now. At that moment, I thought they were talking nonsense, wasting their money on the lost cause. But now, Sebastian’s reaction confirmed that it wasn’t in vain. They had developed the drug, and its first victim was my mate. Cassian was infected with the death drug.