Silent Fear Novels & Stories

"You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more." "I know what I heard!" I walked right up to Dante, stopping just a foot away. I was half his size, but I didn't care. "You spoke. You called me 'little genius.' You're playing a game, Dante. The 'Silent Don' is a lie. It’s a gimmick to keep your enemies afraid because they can’t read you." Dante didn't flinch. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around my waist. Before I could scream, he pulled me flush against him.

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’.

ANNABELLE POV Fear has a sound. I never knew that before today. It’s not a scream. Not footsteps in the dark. Not even the slam of a door. It’s silence—the kind that presses against your skin and makes every nerve stand on edge. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, fully dressed even though it’s past midnight, staring at the door like it might suddenly open on its own. Sofia is asleep on the couch or at least pretending to be. I can hear her shifting every few minutes, restless just like me.

No vast, steady presence crouched beneath my skin. Only silence. A cold, hollow dread opens inside me, far worse than the weakness in my legs or the shame burning across my face. Fucking hell, that was humiliating. But the silence is worse.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

Sirelia had always been afraid of silence. Not noise. Not stillness. Silence. That breathless hum between thoughts where nothing moved and everything waited. As a child, before prophecy, before ash, before Elara, she feared it the way others feared shadows. Because in silence, truths spoke without permission. And truths, real ones, did not flatter. So she learned to speak over them. She built walls of sound, fortresses of command, cathedrals made of battle hymns and royal decrees. If the world echoed with her voice, it could not echo with doubt.

the rest of his speech is near distinctive as he starts rambling and I sigh as I get up and walk towards him; each step echoing through the near slight room. "Now, now. I asked that they leave their sirens off and not enter the building as to not cause a commotion and to save you face..." taking his chin in my hand I turn his face to mine staring him dead in the eye, "But your foul mouth is making me feel rather sadistic and thinking of the embarrassed face you'll make is rather exciting, Mr. Stephen White." His mouth falls agape, and he stares at me in silence, his eyes deep with fear. Distracted, the security leads him out and I return to my seat.

Only silence and the chill that hung heavy in the air. Sophia sat up, burying her face in her hands. She tried to steady her breath, to convince herself that it had all been a dream. But the images were too vivid. She could still hear the screams, she could still see the blood, she could still feel the overwhelming force. Her voice broke as she whispered to herself, "This isn't me... I'm not like this..." But the words were fragile, delicate, and the room seemed to mock her with its silence. Outside, a dark cloud obscured the moon, plunging everything into even deeper darkness. Sophia realized that the real darkness wasn't outside her window.

I slid down the door to the floor, pulling my knees up, palms flat, as if that could hold me together. Are you there? I reached inward, the way I had a hundred times in a hundred nights, each time met with the same heavy nothing. Please. If you’re there, talk to me. Deep in the quiet, something turned its head. Not a voice. Not yet. More like the shift of weight from one paw to another, the way silence changes when the thing making it decides to breathe. My pulse leapt. “Don’t,” I said aloud, to the room, terror settling in my bones. “Please. If anyone hears...”

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si