Silent But Deadly Novels & Stories

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

Inside, the house was equally silent. Silas thought he was untouchable. He forgot that sometimes the quiet ones don’t fight with fists. They fight with leverage. And now I had his.

But there are rumors how he's a little insane because he lost his wife, their Luna, a few years back. At a younger age, Kinsley learned that a werewolf could go mad crazy or even die of heartache if he or she loses his mate. Their alpha has been very strong. Word has it that he's part vampire. “Can’t be,” was what Kinsley thought. Don't they see? The Alpha ages. Vampires don’t. And besides, vampires stay out of their way. Like witches do. There is just too much at stake if any two of these kinds cross paths.

“Losing a limb or two should be fine for you, perhaps you would like getting a little more fractures like you did to my mom.” His mouth fell open to speak but his words deserted him. Dylan's words were moving a little too fast for him. Was he going ahead with it? Should he talk him out of it? He asked himself. Just when he thought that was the peak of his worries, Dylan's next mumble paralyzed him. “Or should I just eat you and end this once and for all?” The dead silence of the dark woods hit him more than it ever did. Rachel fell on her knees as she remained frozen with quiet tears forming in her eyes. She still couldn't utter a word, and her quivering parted lips told him she was trying t

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

:: 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.

I saw it—the flicker of recognition in her eyes, the split-second doubt. Then, without warning, she pulled the trigger. I heard the soft pop of the silencer through the feed. Lucio’s body crumpled to the floor, the life drained from him in an instant. He was gone. But Sabrina wasn’t finished. She didn’t just kill him. She stood over his lifeless body, her breath shallow, her hand still gripping the gun. Her fingers twitched, like she was waiting for something—waiting for the moment to pass, for the horror to sink in.

The echo of the forest’s rage lingered — trees clawing at me, the earth splitting, the wind shrieking. Within the blink of an eye, silence draped itself over everything — A heavy, dead silence. Its wifht pressed down even much more, draining life our of me. But with every passing moment that life slips out of me, it feeds this dead silence like a zombie feeds on brains. And so, this silent wasn't dead anymore. It now had a pulse. I might still be a subject to delusion because it felt like this silence had a voice too. I heard a faint hum rolled through the emptiness until suddenly a flicker of light exploded through the air.

🩷 🍒 The house stood silent. Too silent. It was the kind of silence that didn't feel peaceful—it felt final, like the silence of a battlefield after the war. Heavy with everything unsaid. Haunting in its weight. Avyaan Singh Rathore—MADVIPER—stood still in the middle of the grand living room of his father's estate. The place held no warmth. No scent of memories. No photographs on the walls, no laughter echoing through the marble halls. Just cold, polished floors and the oppressive air of a man who lived alone by choice.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"