Silent But Deadly Novels & Stories

SILVAN For a full ten seconds, the world fades into nothingness. There’s no sound. No void. No breath… nothing. The phone in my hand feels like a dead weight, threatening to slip off my sweat-slicked palm. “I am sure all of New York will be stunned to learn their king is a cold-blooded murderer.” Henry taunts, “imagine what everyone will say when they find out that you killed a mentally ill young woman, all because she refused to let you, an underaged boy, take her sports car on a joy ride.”

There are moments in life when silence is far more dangerous than war. From childhood, we’re told that strength lies in speech — that survival depends on the scream, the fight, the refusal to yield. Yet, the older we become, the clearer it is that sometimes the most lethal weapon is not the cry of outrage, but the stillness that follows it. Evelyn’s voice carries that truth. She has already lived through storms that tore her apart. She has already drowned in betrayal and surfaced again, alone, in the quiet after. Now, she stands among the ruins, watching a story she once survived unfold for someone else.

THERE WAS A loud beeping sound that I kept hearing and I wasn't sure what it was. I tried opening my eyes but I couldn't, it felt like they were glued together with superglue or sewed shut. I tried lifting my hand to rub my eyes but there was someone holding on to it with an iron like grip. Am I dead already? Is this how being dead feels like? This is not the way I wanted to go, my subconscious said. No of course I'm not dead. Because if I was, then I wouldn't be talking to my subconscious right? Right.

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi

“Perhaps you had better discuss this with Dash.” Tess didn’t answer. She just held the phone to her ear and stared at the far wall of the room she shared with Dash. Was this what death felt like? Your whole body going numb and your emotions imploding until there was nothing left? Another voice intruded on her blanked out mental state. “Tess? Is that you, honey?” And she realized she wasn’t numb. “Don’t call me that you bastard!” She’d gone from whispering to screaming so loud she strained her throat. “You lied to me.” A sob snaked out and she covered the mouthpiece so he wouldn’t hear it.

Melinda yelled and rushed towards us, tugging on my arm. The rest of them watched with amusement; none of them bothered to help their fellow ally. I ignored her rants and pinned my attention on Silas who was struggling with death in my hands. “Speak about Madam Helen like that again, and I will kill you, Silas,” I muttered and pushed him back, releasing his collar. He clasped his hand around his reddened neck and caressed it as he wheezed out. “The silent ones are always the most dangerous,” I added and he snapped his glaring eyes at me.

Evan had always believed that silence was both weapon and shield. Silence allowed him to stalk, to study, to gather every fragment of information before striking. But tonight, silence worked against him. Every second of quiet that stretched between Adrian’s last text message and the gaping absence of his presence was another needle shoved beneath Evan’s skin.

Filming Log: December 12, 2024 When I opened my eyes again, everything was blurry. I struggled to speak. "Am I dead? Is this heaven or hell?" "Julian, you're finally awake." Tara's voice sounded beside me. I blinked a few times, and my vision slowly cleared. I was still lying in a hospital bed. I sighed in disappointment. "Tara, next time, don't save me. Death would be a release." "Stop talking nonsense. You're going to get better!"

Bright The silence in the waiting room was deafening. Only the tick-tock of a clock on the wall seemed to move at its own rhythm, and every passing second hammered against my chest, reminding me just how fragile Sophia's life was at that moment. I had sat down next to Dante, rigid, fists clenched on my legs, unable to muster even a thread of calm. I couldn’t even look at Dante; his presence made me uneasy, but more than that, it kept me alert, because I knew his judgment, his gaze, was always loaded with intent.

“They were killed the moment they tried to talk.” Ryker nodded. “A conditional death spell. It was probably tied to specific information. They could speak generally, but the moment they tried to identify the person responsible or reveal the real burial process, it activated.” Asher wiped his hand slowly with a cloth from the table. “Someone didn’t trust silence alone.” “No,” I said. “They built silence into their bodies.”