Silent Darkness Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gloss POV Darkness. The kind that swallows every thought, every whisper of memory, every heartbeat. It pressed against me like an ocean of silence, weightless yet crushing, infinite yet suffocating. My limbs felt like lead, my mind like fog. And then, somewhere in the void, a faint pulse, a hum that wasn’t mine, rhythmic, insistent, teasing me toward awareness. A whisper, soft, metallic, comforting. “Gloss… rebooting…”

I feels someone shaking me but my head is to clouded to even comprehend what's happening. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and I feel my self falling in an endless pit of darkness. I could hear him yelling and laughing at my helpless state but I'm too numb to even cry too tired to even shed a single tear. After a while I give in the darkness and welcome the darkness with open arms but even this numbness doesn't lessens the pain. ******************** ___________________________ "Dua!! Baby wakeup. The ride is not over yet. Where's the fun in you passing out" kashan said with a sinister smile on his face that I was able to catch with half open eyes.

Dominik Silence descends, thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of my own breathing. I’m still buried deep inside her, my body shuddering with the last violent tremors of my release, but the blinding haze of rage and lust has abruptly cleared, leaving behind a stark, chilling clarity.

she asks as I smirk leaning forward. " You wanna hear it ?" I ask, she nods happily. " Okay. Imagine, you get home today and witness the death of your husband and children right in front of you but your body couldn't move an inch to protect them. You turn around and your house, your happy comfort zone isn't there too. You turn to the other side and find nothing. Darkness , thick cruel and never ending darkness slowly covers you up. You try to think and then you realise . . . you can't think anything. Your mind is blank , it feels like a foreign place. Imagine being alienated in your own mind. What are you going to do ? Where will you go ? You don't know. Why ? Because you're scared of those

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

In one place, there was thunder and lightning, while in another, the night sky was clear with starlight. With the thunder rumbling and my heart beating far too fast, I collapsed inside my own closet.

And before I could balance myself, the ground simply vanished under my feet! My stomach lurched as the forest disappeared, replaced by an endless, suffocating darkness. Stacy and Carla’s screams tore through the void as all of us plunged into a black nothingness, swallowing every bit of light around us. This free fall felt endless, wind roaring past my ears, darkness swallowing every breath, until suddenly a loud thud cracked through the void below me. I recognized the startled cries of my fellows and tightened my grip around Liora, bracing for the same impact.

His fingers interlaced with hers—not romantically, but tactically, ensuring she wouldn't drift. "Quiet now," he breathed. "We are above the ventilation shafts." They crept forward. The stone floor gave way to a metal grate. Light—harsh, clinical white light—poured up from below, slicing through the darkness of their hiding spot. The sound hit them first. It wasn't a scream. A scream implies hope that someone might hear. This was a low, jagged sobbing. A sound of absolute defeat. Tristan pulled Saoirse down to her knees beside the grate. He lay flat, peering through the metal slats. He gestured for her to look.

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!