Silent King Adventure Time Novels & Stories

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

“This whole plan hinges on keeping their attention on you and off of us.” “We will do our part, vampire,” Gideon said. “Be sure you do yours.” Then there was nothing to do but to begin our journey. Ronan led me through the woods, and obscured our trail behind us. The path to the river was easy to follow. We had a bit of a challenge crossing the river, since the raft we’d used to escape was far downstream. Luckily, we could both swim. “We move silent from here on,” Ronan whispered. “Only speak when you absolutely must.”

Leo scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I forgot that you can read our minds..." "Cute... Go now..." She giggled and shook her head. "Yes come on let's go..." Silas chirped and already shifted in his white tiger form. "Careful... Don't get in trouble..." She said and they purred in response. Serenity closed the door behind her as she stepped outside from the house. "The world has changed so much... I can't believe I was in a stone for thousands of years..." She looked at the sky, it was almost sunset time and she could feel the chilly wind.

We sighed and kept our words to ourselves till we reached a dead end. Kilian parted his lips to complain, but a look from Salvador caused him to keep shut. Kilian turned towards me and signaled to me to check the time. I looked at my wristwatch and raised my brows. It was a minute until it struck midnight, which meant that it was not yet time for the revelation. “Just a minute left,” I said to Killian through the mind-link. The moment it struck midnight, darkness slipped into the cave and a cold gush of wind swept past us, followed by chilling whispers of ancient words and strange giggling.

It was the sound of the foundation cracking. "Midnight is coming, Ayla," Silas whispered, his hand sliding into the silky storm of ink that was her hair, his grip just a little too tight. "And when that lock clicks open, they’re going to find a monster. But it won't be the one they’re expecting. I am my father's son, but I am not his dog."

Almost human. ORIGINAL SUBJECTS IDENTIFIED. Silence. Then: FINAL SYNCHRONIZATION BEGINNING. The entire chamber shook violently. And the countdown reached: 00:10 00:09 00:08 As four beams of silver light shot toward Adrian, Amara, Kai, and Ethan. And then, Everything went white.

"I know I joined it but I can't remember what kind of game. All I remember is I came here and I said I was going to volunteer. But can you explain the game?" "A game where while you're asleep, your mind travels to the other world and there are things happening to you that are associated with reality. But the truth is it's just like a long dream, you'll meet other people but when you wake up you will forget everything that happened to you. " Explanation of this. "What is the title of that game?" "The game is called Silence ... or K.I.S.S" I frowned.

The cicadas sing to the full moon as I stir, unable to completely fall asleep. I’d forgotten how beautifully annoying these things were. Even with jet lag falling asleep is difficult. Hmm... that’s not a cicada. Stirring again, I reached my phone as the screen lit up, my ringtone blaring into the silent room. It’s after Three AM right now... “... who the hell is calling at this...” Oh. My annoyance crumbles and a smile plasters across my face at the caller ID.

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.

How many more lives must he take before he’s satisfied? I sat with Silas until the room grew quiet again. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow through the cloth-covered windows. A soft breeze stirred the herbs hanging from the beams. Silas stirred. It was subtle at first. A twitch. A shift in breath. Then a strained sound left his lips. I leaned closer. “Silas… I’m here. I’m right here.” His eyes didn’t open, but his lips moved. A whisper. Ragged. Barely audible.