Silent Hill Novels & Stories

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

she thought and was thankful that Dean was okay. " Whatever" she scoffed in response to Dean's subtle mockery of her observations. When he reached Sharlynn's small but beautiful house and parked in front, Sharlynn thanked him quickly before she got down from his car. He waited till the lights in her room were off before he zoomed off. Dean knew the identity of the silver-haired boy who approached Sharlynn. He was a member of a family of ruthless vampires called the Saunders, who lived in Hollow Hills two years before Sharlynn and her family moved there.

"Grace isn't waiting anymore. The patrol said she was taken by rogue wolves. In the forest." Philip crumpled to the floor, guilt crushing him. "I left her there… I left her alone in that forest… I killed her…" Then, a knock came from the door. Philip's eyes lit up. He pushed his mother aside and ran to open it. "She's back! It has to be Grace!" When he opened the door, however, it was just a mailman. "Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it."

Hollow Hill – Midday Clara hadn’t told anyone where she was going. Not Devon. Not the few rangers left who still patrolled the outer trails. Some places asked for silence. Hollow Hill was one of them. She hiked through overgrown trails lost to modern maps, past a dry riverbed and two fallen markers carved in spiral patterns. They were warnings, according to the Yanuwah texts — spirals meant a descent, a place where time curled inward and memory became a trap.

“You’re not alone anymore. Something followed you through the thread.” A shadow split from the realm’s edge, long and jagged, stitched from lies and stitched by them. It wasn’t the Spiral. It wasn’t the gods. It was what they’d feared: The Silence Between Threads. A force that fed on forgetting, on unraveling meaning until only noise remained. Selena stepped forward, now wreathed in the light of the Only Temple, and raised her hand. Threads danced between her fingers like blades. “You were never part of the truth. You were the hole they dug to bury it.”

One of them. The shadows writhed, the silence grew taut and in that unsustainable stillness, i knew the war raging outside was nothing to the war that had just begun within this room and far away through the cracks of the windows, the faint cry of a howl developed, unprecedented, freezing and tinged with black magic. It was coming closer.

“Helling Inc. I heard they own a huge company abroad.” “Helling?” Carla rolled the name around the tip of her tongue confused, “Why haven’t I ever heard of it?” Carla asked even more confused. She had modeled for so many companies in the past and the ones she didn’t model for, she had heard of. What was the deal with this company? If it wasn’t for the fact that they had been around here for a while, she would have said it was a fake company. Steve shrugged and said nothing as he drove past the huge meadow and across a valley of sunflowers, “They planted this too?” Carla asked with a frown.

They had no idea what their First Elder was planning. The Ghost-wailing Hill was located deep within the Miasma Mountain Range. It was the most terrifying, dangerous, and peculiar place with miasma so thick that one couldn't see the sky. The miasma was of the ancient variety and had claimed the lives of countless cultivators, including some Grand Completion Realm cultivators, since.

I hesitated to continue, but the strong desire to see her asleep was stronger than reason. I approached the bed where she slept in the greatest silence. The moonlight was discreetly streaming through the half-open blinds. A pale ray of light caressed her soft face. She was perfect when she slept, more beautiful than the Queen of the Night. I wished I could caress her and smell her pleasant scent, but I didn’t want to frighten her. I just wanted to leave because something kept me there, next to her. When I got even closer, I noticed she was naked. The only thing keeping me from taking in her whole body with my eyes was a white silk sheet.

"Push for Ironmaw tomorrow. We should reach the stronghold by nightfall if we keep a good pace." As the others set up camp, Lira sat apart, studying the maps by the last light of the sun. The weak point closest to Ironmaw was in a place called the Sunken Hollow — a depression in the earth where an ancient battle had been fought. The seers' notes described it as a place where the veil was thin enough to see through, if you looked at the right angle. Strange lights. Cold spots. Whispers in the dark. The perfect place for the Silence to find a crack.