Silent Hill: Book Of Memories Novels & Stories

It was pulling my memories of Silas, of the shifters, of the war, and compressing them into a single, tiny point of darkness. "I'm losing it!" I cried, falling to my knees on the porch. "I can't... I can't remember the packhouse! I can't remember Fenris!" "Look at me, Elara!" Silas roared. He threw himself against the invisible barrier, his violet eyes burning with a desperate, forbidden power. "Don't look at the house! Look at the **Shadows**! Remember the dark! Remember the night we survived the Architects!" I looked at him. I saw the jagged, un-optimized beauty of his soul. I saw the "Glitches" that made him more than just a line of code.

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.

she said, skeptically raising an eyebrow. The top floor of the library's restricted section was dark, haunting, and built entirely of maurium. There were maurium lamps scattered senselessly throughout the room without reason, sloppily hanging from wall hooks and set carelessly on shelves or tables, establishing an eerie purple glow throughout the presently deserted area. She glanced around the shadowed room. Bookcases filled with books, dust, and cobwebs lined the walls. There was a large table in the center with a mat on it along with a few stray books with pens and papers. There were piles of books on the ground surrounding the table and some of the shelves, some nearing the height of the

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk. It was fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago my little sister Wynn had sat by the fence in our garden and said those words and turned my life into a nightmare. Was Jilin trying to tell me that these beasts killed my parents? My friends who never had a chance to grow up? That was ... not possible. A rough, calloused hand came over mine. "Shanks." I shook my head, trying to get that memory out of my brain. "That can not be."

Out of curiosity, I went close and read the printed words. 'In the loving memory of Rowan Black Smith' 'In the loving memory of Heliana Smith' The name seemed so familiar, it's like I already heard those names. They sounded important to my ears. 💙💙💙 Grazzi Vergiance! Vote and Comment. Enjoy reading! :) Please tell me some of your comments and suggestion for improvements. I will be willing to learn more and that would be great. -DarkVergent

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake. Lillith whimpered and I jerked into action. Left hand to her forehead, right to her pulse, hammering visibly through the delicate skin of her throat. It was a habbit as familiar to me as breathing, a habbit I longed to forget. "Damn it Lillith! Wake up. Now!" She parted clenched teeth, her bloodless lips twitching with words that wouldn't come. I caught one of her trembling fingers, shoving her ring back on. Her eyes snapped open, their pupils blown to an incredible size as she tried to focus on the room before her.

Naraja: “ My bad, my bad, but no seriously where the hell are we, heh…?” Naraja gave Isilia a half-assed apology with a silly grin on his face which in return made Isilia start stomping her left-foot into the floor beneath her out of anger whilst yelling “Rude! Just Rude!”. After that Isilia stopped her assault of anger towards the floor and pointed towards the tree that was behind Naraja and had said… Isilia: “That tree-cave behind y’a is what’s called “The Tree Of Beginnings” and the place that we are heading to in front of us is called “The Hallway Of Memories” which is where we will find the “Red Book Of Memories”. ”

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said