Silent Echoes Novels & Stories

He didn't know if it would help, but he knew one thing: he would never let her get hurt again. Silence. Benjamin could feel blood flowing from countless places on his body. He tried to open his eyes, tried to check if she was okay, but he couldn't. His eyelids wouldn't move. Somewhere in the distance, he heard sirens from an ambulance and police vehicles. They were shrill and piercing, rushing toward them. Help was coming. They would be saved. And just before he lost consciousness completely, Benjamin had one final thought. 'Please, God. Let her be safe.'

I said. Silas closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to hum. But it was not a single tune. It was a hundred, a thousand, all at once—a roaring tsunami of every emotion, every trivial thought, every forgotten memory he had ever harvested from us and who knows how many others. It was the sound of a universe arguing with itself. The very air around him shimmered with the violent, conflicting energy. The Echo-Wraiths descended upon him like sharks to chum, swirling around him in a frenzy, drinking in the glorious, meaningless noise. He stood firm at the base of the spire, a conductor of chaos, holding the monsters’ attention.

First came the tremulous, gentle sound, like a song rising from broken throats. By daybreak, it shook the fortress's corridors. Luna awoke from a restless slumber, her dreams still hazy with the buzz of chains and crimson light. Silence that didn't feel right filled the air, making everything heavy. There was no peace. There was the silence that precedes a horrible event. Then it came to her once more. The vocals. Low and rhythmic, a desperate chant that was repeated again and over again, voices scraping against despair, it floated through the crevices in her door. Her heart was already racing when she put on her cloak and entered the hallway.

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

[The Silence of the Flesh] The world was suddenly, violently quiet, and the silence was more terrifying than the roar of the falling sky. There was no hum of the Spire, no whispering data streams from the "Sync," and no vibration of silver-tech through the earth. For the first time since the mountain, I could hear the wet, heavy thud of my own heart—not as a rhythmic code, but as a fragile, terrified muscle struggling to beat in a world that didn't care if I lived.

The "Iron Silence" of the Appalachian "Dead-Zone" was supposed to be the "Final Audit" for the Hawke family. As Ethan, Aria, and Thomas moved through the "Labyrinth" of frozen hemlocks, the "Total Sector Whiteout" of the high-altitude battle felt like a "De-materialized" dream. Here, the only "Acoustic Noise" was the "Analog" crunch of snow under "Recycled" boots and the "Low-Frequency" sigh of the wind through the pines.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Bathed in sweat, Alissa woke up from sleep. Immediately she sat upright in bed, her heart beat to her chest and she quickly switched on the light. Immediately she calmed down when she saw the familiar bedroom, and Hannah, too, continued to sleep peacefully. Alissa got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face. When she came back she checked her watch. It was now four thirty. She doubted she would go back to sleep. She didn't even want to go back to sleep for fear of being haunted by nightmares again. Actually, she hadn't had nightmares for a long time, but now that she had told Hannah a bit about her past, everything had come up again. She quickly put on jeans and a sweater and left the