Silent Fear Novels & Stories

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi

My heart was already racing up and air was getting less. I held on the wall as I took a deep breath. “Breath Siren, Breath Siren” I kept saying to myself. My ears suddenly heard some sobs. I slowly walked toward my mother’s bedroom. I slowly placed my ear on her door as I heard her crying and prying. She was praying for my late father and brother. She missed them so did I. Today tears didn’t appear on my eyes but a sharp pain on my chest was all I felt. I guessed Apple’s betrayal really took the remaining living part of my dead soul.

Celestine muttered when the cell phone was not found. Celestine frowned when she saw a figure dressed in all black sitting beside her apartment door. Her footsteps slowed down as her heart beat faster. The fatigue after a long day of work was mixed with an undefinable sense of anxiety. The closer she got to the person, the more bone-chilling cold she felt. What if that person is a psychopath? That person could be Lilyana's hater and was now targeting her because she was Lilyana's manager. Celestine shuddered in horror, but curiosity made her get closer to that person. Who? Celestine couldn't even see his face.

For a heartbeat, it was just us. Silas exhaled, sharp, ragged, as if he’d been holding his breath all along. His hands braced against the wall, shoulders taut, head bowed like he might break the stone itself if he pushed harder. And when his eyes lifted— God. There was fire there, yes. But there was also fear. A fear he’d never name, never admit, never let anyone else see. “You don’t know what you’ve just done,” he said, voice low, fraying at the edges.

she said hoping she was signing sensible sense to the lady. “I think you sure are missing the point, I am broken, I have been used, I don’t think properly without my brain having fear, and to make all the matters worst who would like to have a mate who is deaf? I am deaf Jacqueline, he just might get tired with the fact that I am deaf and might just hit me one day when I don’t respond the way I am supposed to respond”

, eavesdropping outside In anticipation , she waits for a movement or a sound to tell her what will happen, to be confronted by a deep silence , a silence that afflicts her, manipulating her nerves . She held her breath waiting to hear something , screaming, cracking , footsteps but nothing , and this thing was more terrifying to her than anything , a suspicious silence invaded her imagination with the most horrific images and fears . Kneeling on the ground , she stops fiddling with her nerves, trembling with panic when she's about to fall under the spell of a fit . as for the time being he never she began to feel a glow . she had other choice but to wait . She took off her bracelets from h

Instinctively demanding truth. But instead of submitting— something inside me resisted. Hard. The pressure cracked against my mind like hitting stone. Silas felt it too. His eyes widened slightly. So did mine. For one dangerous second the room itself seemed to pulse. Then silence crashed back down again. My breathing turned uneven. Silas stared at me differently now. Not angry. Concerned. Suspicious. Careful. Like he was standing too close to something unpredictable. Finally, I spoke quietly. “He said I wasn’t safe here.”

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.

he said, his voice back to its usual low monotone. Leo clutched the champagne flute like a lifeline, the spot where Silas’s hand had covered his burning. His heart pounded against his ribs, not just with residual fear, but with something new, something dangerous and intoxicating. It was a spark, tiny but impossibly bright, ignited in the suffocating darkness of the gilded cage. It was the spark of being truly *seen*, and the terrifying, exhilarating realization that the silent sentinel might not be as distant as he appeared.

Selene POV — First Person The moment Kael disappears into the dark, the land shudders. Not violently. Not yet. It’s a subtle thing—a tightening, like a breath held too long. The Moon does not scream when a bond fractures. She mourns in silence first. And that silence terrifies me more than any howl.