Silent Hill Novels & Stories

The two of them followed the shadow, trying not to make any noise. But they were surprised when they realized where the shadow was headed. The two of them looked at each other and nodded. With a signal from Raia, they quietly walked into Mr. Rayven's office. This was where Raia first encountered the strange event where he saw a ghoul, causing him to remember Osamu's death.

Grey dawn peeked at the horizon, heralding the coming of a new day. From atop the skies, they could see all of Silent Hill, a long and windy mountain range resembling the snaking trunk of a dragon that sprawled over the hills. All of Silent Hill spread across the vista, spanning from north to south with one end a dense and ancient jungle while the other, a deep bottomless abyss. Cries and roars of wild beasts could be heard over the thick boughs of the jungle while the bottomless ravines at the far end of the mountain range were as silent as a crypt. The unnerving contrast was almost uncanny.

We continue up the hill, but all stop and look down, eyes widening in horror at what lays on the other side. The grass at the bottom of the hill is not the lush green it normally is this time of year, the same as the green we saw coming up. No. Instead it is stained red and brown. Flesh and torn human limbs and remains litter the ground in an almost perfect circle. Pack members at the bottom of the hill, toss more and more clothes and limbs onto the pile. Gathering the human remains to be burned. Iselyn hooks a finger through one of the jeans belt loops and pulls me to her. Then proceeds to tug me a little ways away from the group.

JANNET’S POV “What was that?” I asked, my voice breathier and Sky stiffened at his spot. “Its the spirits of the Hollow Hills. The dead.” he said and my blood ran cold in fear. As said, I black smoke shaped into small bodies flow towards us. There were five of them and they made a crying sound, as if in huge pain. Sky gritted his teeth as they floated in front of the temple doors. “Fuck!” he cursed and I tried to think of some way to get out of this.

"Remember, you're with us now." Elora squeezed her hand in return, grateful for the comfort but still acutely aware of the dangers that lingered just outside their perception. The shadows of the trees loomed tall and dark, whispering with the wind as though they held secrets of their own. “Just over this hill,” George instructed, picking up the pace. “The cabin will be on the other side.” As they crested the slope, the cabin came into view—a modest structure framed by tall pines, with a weathered roof and a faint glow flickering through the windows. It looked inviting in the midst of the storm, a beacon amidst the uncertainty of their lives.

Hyacinth I was playing a dangerous game. Silas and I had been careful—too careful. But that didn’t change the fact that, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, we were slipping. Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every whispered word in the dead of night pulled us further into something we couldn’t name. Something we couldn’t stop. The fortress that was Alpha Gerald’s estate had too many eyes, too many ears. Yet somehow, in the chaos of running a pack, in the shadows of responsibility, we found slivers of time. Moments that shouldn’t have existed but did.

Angel didn’t mind backing down when she knew it was in her best interest to know what these people knew. Hunter was flabbergasted he asked more calmly “Can someone tell me what is going on?” Michael simply handed him the piece of paper, they watched as all the color drained from Hunter’s face and he stared in stunned disbelief at Angel. When the letter had been passed around to everyone in the room who had just arrived. Michael spoke saying “It appears that Stacia wasn’t off with her friend that summer, she’d gone into hiding to give birth to her daughter. Whom she then gave to someone.”

Silhouette Two I had never left my hometown. I had never had any reason to; after all there was everything I would ever need in it. A college, where I had gotten my degree, and a family business I had hoped to take control of one day. But things changed. And I didn’t know whether that change was going to become for the worst or for the better.

The sound rose from the far side, muted as if buried. Talia frowned. “I don’t see a path down.” Rhea sniffed the air, nose wrinkling. “Smoke. Old blood. Rot. There’s something under this hill.” Rin dismounted and crept to the edge of the road. The slope fell away sharply, studded with rocks and thin trees clinging to the dirt. At the base, shadow pooled under a tangle of roots. Not just shadow. An opening. A dark slash in the earth like a wound.

I whispered to Kairi as we navigated a scree-covered slope, “why we didn’t just take that nice administrative job at the Nexus? Desk work. Pension. No soul-eating greyness.” “You would have been terrible at desk work,” he replied, not looking back, his senses alert. “You’d have started a war with the filing system by the end of the first day.” “I’d have had it organized into a more efficient, storm-based hierarchy.” “See? War.” Ahead, Silas let out a hissed warning. We froze. The riders had stopped in a clearing. In its center was a standing stone, ancient and covered in moss. But at its base, the moss was dead and grey. And from that grey point, thin, hairline fractures of blackness were cr