Silent Hill Novels & Stories

The binding they had completed had been only the first step, and now the true battle was about to begin. Clara had studied the old texts, the fragmented records that had survived. They spoke of Hollow Hill as the site of the first blood sacrifices, where the Yanuwah had first come into contact with the spirits of WildWood. But what she had not known, what none of them had known, was that there was a hidden path beneath the hill—a path that led to the heart of the darkness itself. It was a trail that had been sealed long ago, forgotten by the very people who had once wielded its power.

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.

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.

But, for now, Sierra simply nodded and went off to make some more calls as the hum of vehicle engines in the distance filled the air. --- It was sensation of falling that woke Chloe from her deep sleep with a start. Her eyes immediately hurt from the light pouring in from the windows and every bone in her body ached. The ringing in her ears promised a headache was on the way and every fibre of her being felt like it was on fire, rubbed raw and exposed. She didn’t feel totally like herself. It was as if she was sharing her mind with someone else but they were nothing more than a ghost or a whisper of an existence not yet fully fledged.

”Read it to us. “Here goes,”Beth said,inaling deeply before she began.”Its such a lovely afternoon.The sun has been shining for a few days now,with not a cloud in sight to spoil the summer sun.I’m so glad Ginny is here.With Royce off to the States on business,leaving me alone in this horrendous tomb,she is really my lifeline to reality.And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984

At this rate, she wouldn’t even be visible to a human eye and would be difficult to track by the near immortals around her as well. There was an opening here; she’d been right. Between the two thick hedges, a small opening in the rock face was visible. It was narrow and low to the ground, just the sort of crack Alice in Wonderland might plummet through on her way to some bizarro world full of Vampires. Jo took a deep breath and crouched down next to the hole. There was no way in hell she was going in there--not right now, anyway.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

,” she gasped. “It’s un-song.” Geralt touched the wall. “The Silent Keepers weren’t just guarding resonance. They were binding its opposite. And they failed.” At the heart of the Shatterdome, we found it. The Hollow Spire. A structure of obsidian and lightless crystal, taller than any Spire on Earth or Kainora. It didn’t resonate—it devoured. Geralt stepped forward. The glyphs on his arms burned dark. “I heard it call me here,” he said. “It’s where the Fourth Note waits.” Mikkel gripped my shoulder. “We shouldn’t let him near it.” But I already knew. He had to touch it. Just as I had touched the basin in the Concord Vault. Just as Kaia had sung the Kainoran sprout into life. So I nodded. Ger

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.