Silent King Adventure Time Novels & Stories

When we broke apart, Adam made that soft sound again, and I swear the kid was trying to say something important. His tiny hand pressed against my cheek, and I caught a flash of something—not quite an image, but a feeling. Determination. Clarity. Purpose. "Be careful," Silas said, already backing away. "Stay downwind, keep him quiet." "I know how to hide," I reminded him. His smile was tight but genuine. "Never doubted it." Then he was gone, moving through the forest with preternatural silence, heading toward the tower that might or might not be occupied by people who wanted to dissect us for science.

Then the earth rips itself open until there is none left. Elara swiveled about and faced Silas. His expression had hardened. Not its game, we are not playing their game, I said. and what not a game? she said in a low voice. Silas didn’t answer. The silver creature so ascended out of the water was peering up at them on the opposite side of the cavern in silence. It is true, Elara, as it said at the end. Silas turned sharply. “You’re saying this is real?”

The smallest girl whispered, “You have eyes like ours.” That hit him harder than he expected. “I guess I do.” He wanted to reach out, but instinct told him to let them come to him. So he sat on the floor, letting them circle him like curious little wolves. Within minutes, the boy—Eli, Serena called him—was showing Lucien his block tower, while the older girl—Aria—quizzed him about whether he liked dinosaurs or tea parties better. The youngest, Lila, stayed close to Serena but watched him with wide, thoughtful eyes.

Low and deep, the single word carried an unconcealable excitement, yearning, and lust. For a few seconds, absolute silence dominated the clearing. The hoots of the night owls, the whistle of the night breeze, and the constant titters of the night crickets all disappeared. For a brief moment, it was as if time itself had stopped. There was absolute silence. “Mate…it’s you, isn’t it?” The thrilled voice of the entranced female cautiously rang out again, the slight tremble in her tone conveying her nervousness. Thud…thud…

Unlike every previous Door. this one had no title. Only a blank wooden sign hung above it. Waiting. The golden pen lifted itself from Adrian's hand. It floated toward the sign. Slowly... carefully... it wrote three glowing words. THE SILENT SHORE The door creaked open. Cold white mist rolled into the room. No one could see what lay beyond. Only the distant sound... of waves striking an unseen coast. Then... through the mist... a child began humming a melody. Adrian froze.

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.

I carefully placed my lead pencil inside. “You’ll be safe here” I said. Like all the things Sorrow had touched I kept them in plastic pockets so I could never lose their smell. Suddenly a familiar old vehicle stopped beside me as I squinted to block the dust from entering my eyes. The window unwinds and Ten’s huge face appeared. “Siren!” he said out loud. “Ten” I said while picking up my bag pack. “I’ve been looking for you” he said. “Me?” I asked looking confused.

To have it expressed. Tears blurred his vision as he desisted his sprint under a big b**e tree, standing naked with no shadow of leaves providing a cover. Its branching extended outward like the skinny hands of an old witch. In the middle of its trunk was a big hole that was hollow. Zavier closed his eyes and murmured a spell until blue fluorescent lights emitted from the hole. It was a portal in which he stepped inside and it closed behind him into a black hollow pit again.

but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows. "Comfortable?" it asked. It was a man's voice, deep, smooth, and utterly calm. It held no identifiable accent, just a polished, resonant tone that seemed to vibrate in my lower belly. "Yes," I breathed out, my own voice sounding small and shaky in the vast quiet. "Good. My name is Silas. For tonight, I am your guide. Your only guide. You will see nothing. You will be led only by my voice and by touch. Do you understand?"

The room was dark and cramped, full of clutter and an old bunk bed he dragged in from the construction site next door. Without warning, the boss lunged forward and pinned Nissa onto the lower bunk. Startled, Nissa let out muffled cries, struggling with all her might, hands pushing at his chest. The boss grew impatient and furious, cursing, "Damn it, a dumb mute like you making so much money! Who the hell are you earning it for? Walking around here every day, don't think I don't see it. You're trying to seduce me!" Nissa's eyes widened in shock.