Silent Darkness Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

Luckily, I was able to make it out the exit. “Siren!” yelled Ten walking toward me. My legs were already failing me as I dragged my body on the tar road. “I will kill you!” I yelled while I ran my hands around me for any weapon. “I’m sure you will sweetheart” he said as the whole world turned black. ~ ~ ~ The loud yells were what woke me. I slowly ran my eyes around the dark foreign room I was in. Clothes were all around the floor, unidentified metals were lying on the floor, shoes were lying around from drawers to the floor and walls were cracked with few drawings.

A ball of pure darkness formed between his hands. Ronan flicked the fingers of one hand, and the ball expanded until it filled the hallway, wrapping around each of us in turn. The vampire woman grinned at me as I stared wide eyed at what could only be vampire magic. “It’ll keep us hidden,” she whispered to me. “So long as we’re good and quiet.” I nodded my understanding. As Ronan had pointed out, I didn’t have much choice but to be quiet. But I was careful where I stepped anyway. I couldn’t talk but I could still step on a creaky board.

He stood up and put both gloved hands inside his pocket. Even her knees started to tremble beneath her pants, she tried to stand but she couldn't. Cold fear rushed through her veins making her mind to black out. "And then it will become hard for you to even step a foot. It'll get harder to breath, don't worry you're not going to die, just paralyzed." Dankworth slowly walk towards her. It's like he is doing some countdown before she met her demise. "Then your tongue will become paralyzed. You can't even scream."

You have brought me To that moment when word runs dry To that moment where speech disappears Into silence, silence Daphnie sang beautifully. I was amazed at how much passion she sang with this time. Where had this passion come from? Past the point of no return No going back now Our passion play Has now, at last begun When it was time for the duet, I stood up as we sang together Past the point of no return The final threshold I extended my hand out to her. She took my hand, stood up, and spun around to be in my arms.

The word lingers between us. Lesson. It settles, heavy and suffocating, pressing into the space until even the music below feels distant beneath the weight of it. “And you’re not finished learning yet.” The bass still pulses through the floor, the lights still flash, the crowd still moves, and then everything stops. Darkness drops without warning, total, absolute. The music cuts mid-beat, collapsing into nothing, replaced by a sharp, disoriented silence that fractures almost instantly into noise; shouting, confusion, bodies shifting blindly. Someone screams. Glass shatters somewhere below.

The moment the room fell back into a quiet, shadowed dark, the invisible wire in my chest gave another sharp, violent jerk. Across the Blackwater Sea, hidden deep within the unnatural fog of the archipelago, the identical frequency was pulsing in the dark. It was days away, delayed by the tides and the cold, but the connection was tightening. As Silas's breathing leveled out into the heavy rise and fall of sleep, I lay wide awake in the dark, my eyes locked on the western window, waiting for a storm that had already claimed half my soul.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

the view here is incredibly fascinating, but it can’t make my heart feel fine or neither amaze. “I think he is not really alone” a voice behind me “What makes you think he is not alone?” “You see Mr. Carter, there are a lot of stars and moon at the same galaxy where the sun is, it’s just that he is the brightest of all the stars and he shine on different time here on earth.” “Well he looks alone to me” “He is just too bright that it overpowers the other stars. Not because you cannot see it means they are not actually there.” “Well said, anyway what should I call you again?” I turn and face to the woman Andrea hires for me

“No matter what.” Aria nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. Deep inside, a stubborn fire burned, fierce and unwavering. She refused to give up. Refused to let the darkness win. The hunger outside was patient, insidious, but it had nothing against human will. The blackout sky pressed against the windowpane, vast and silent. And in that silence, a new sound slithered into the room — a deliberate, dragging step that didn’t belong to anything they’d seen before. It stopped just below the building. The darkness held its breath.