Silent Esper Novels & Stories

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

Selene is realizing that silence has a lot to say. It isn't just an empty space. It grows, filling up all the little gaps, like the space between one breath and the next, the times when her gut used to scream warnings. When she wakes up, she can feel it pressing on her back, and it sits behind her eyes if she goes too long without speaking. It doesn't feel mean, but it's not friendly either. It's just... there.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Once they were in the center of the field, Seraph stepped away from Esper. "Close your eyes," he instructed. "And no peeking." Following her mate's request, Esper closed her eyes. She covered them with her hands as an extra measure to prove she wouldn't peek. A warm burst of wind whipped around Esper, and she could see a bright light through the cracks of her fingers. The phenomenon lasted only a couple of seconds, leaving Esper chilled in the night air. "Alright, you can look now."

"One cut, and the poison spreads through the victim's body like liquid night. Death comes slowly. Painfully." I ran my finger along the blade's edge. A thin line of blood appeared on my skin, but instead of pain, I felt only satisfaction. The dagger wanted to cut. It wanted to hurt. Just like I did. "And the other gift?" I asked. Silas turned from the window and walked to me. In his hand was a small crystal pendant, dark as midnight but shot through with veins of purple light. "The dream whisper," he said, placing it around my neck. "While Lunara sleeps, you can enter her mind. Plant doubts. Twist her memories. Make her question everything she thought she knew about love."

### The Sentry’s Struggle The Silas-Sentry let out a roar—a sound that was half-electronic screech and half-human agony. He swiped his massive arm, sending Jack and the dragons flying across the street. He looked down at me, and for a fleeting second, the white marble of his face cracked. Beneath the sterile surface, I saw a jagged line of violet shadow. "E-Elara..." The voice was tiny, buried under layers of corporate encryption. "I'm here, Silas! Fight it!"

She whispered to herself. Hope nodded and signed “it called me that.” “I think it wasn’t just for me.” She added “Okay Laura. I feel sleepy and the tab is low. So I have to go now.” Hope wrote “Okay baby Hope. Take care of yourself and Stay safe.” Laura said “Thank you. And you take care.” Hope signed “Bye-bye” Hope signed “Bye.” Laura said as the call got disconnected. Hopes words kept echoing in Laura’s mind. “Child of Silence. It’s time for us to meet.”

The city moved on as if nothing were wrong. Traffic hummed. Cafés filled. La Rivera’s lights glowed each evening, steady and defiant. From the outside, life had returned to its rhythm, but beneath the surface, everything had changed. The stalker’s silence after his last message did not bring relief. It brought something worse. Anticipation. Elena understood this kind of quiet. She had faced it before, right before deals collapsed, before betrayals surfaced, before enemies revealed their hands. Silence was never absence. It was preparation.

He stops pacing, looking at me with something that might be disappointment. “We’re supposed to be partners, Sage. Mates. That means you don’t face threats alone, even if you think you’re protecting me.” “I know.” My voice cracks. “I know, and I’m sorry, and I won’t do it again.” Silas clears his throat. “The number is using a VPN and routing through multiple servers. Professional setup. Whoever’s sending these knows what they’re doing.” He looks at me. “When’s the next message supposed to come?”

No sense of something waiting beyond perception. Just— Silence. Real silence. And for the first time since this began— It feels like the end. But I’ve thought that before. So I wait. Just a little longer. To see if anything comes back. Nothing does. And slowly— Carefully— I let myself believe it.