Silent King Adventure Time Novels & Stories

LYRA: A loud bang against the door jolted me awake. What was that? My instincts screamed at me to stay silent, to remain perfectly still. Not only did I keep still, I held my breath and kept my eyes shut. It felt like someone or something was staring at me, making me feel even more scared. You never know what might be lurking in this forest, especially at this time of the night. But then a familiar voice whispered from the door, too familiar to ignore. Silas.

Sage laughed. “Sing a few lines.” Sage nudged me. “I live for the darkness, where the silence sings. I’m the king of the night, wearin’ shadowed wings. Where the world slows down and the heart beats deep. That’s when I find what I need to keep.” I sighed, rolling my eyes as the chorus played. Sage pouted, giving me puppy eyes. I wasn’t getting out of this trip down memory lane without singing. So I conceded.

"That’s the secret. The machine runs itself. I am just the ghost inside it." The silence stretched, becoming heavy and suffocating. In the total darkness outside the light, Lyra felt as though the walls were closing in. This was the sensory deprivation she had asked for—the stripping away of the world until there was nothing left but the raw, uncomfortable truth of the person sitting across from you. Suddenly, Silas’s hand twitched. He looked down at the Ledger, his eyes wide. "Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Hear what, Silas?"

--- The Forgotten Name That night, she dreamed again—but this dream was not her own. She stood on a field of endless night. The stars were gone. Even the moonlight could not reach this place. Something moved in the dark—massive, soundless, ancient. When it spoke, it was not a voice. It was an idea pressed directly into her thoughts. > You have opened what was meant to sleep. Kimberly turned, her body trembling. “Who are you?” > The First Silence, it said. The breath before the Heart. The darkness rippled like water disturbed by a single drop.

Opening the door of Silas’s room, Severin carefully walked in. With tenderness, he gently lowered Silas onto the bed and tucked the covers around his younger brother with gentle hands. But just as Severin turned to leave, Silas's small hand shot out, grasping Severin’s. Severin paused, his heart swelling. He knelt down beside the bed, meeting Silas's gaze with tender understanding. “What is it?” Silas swallowed hard, his chubby cheeks pink in the winter. Silas's voice quivered as he leaned closer to Severin, his wide hazel eyes filled with uncertainty. "Can I tell you a secret, Severin?" he whispered, his words barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

That thing could break and squash us. Sighing heavily, Silas’ popping of the suction cups on his tentacles gave way to the awkward silence as we approached the throne room. Clearing his throat, he turned, smiling brightly with his sharp teeth. Uriel continued to hold on to me for dear life, her body shaking as a shark went by on the opposite wall of the hallway.

The house felt wrong the moment I stepped inside. Too quiet. Not the peaceful kind. This silence pressed against my skull, heavy and suffocating, as if it knew the truth I had just learned. I shut the door behind me and loosened my tie, my fingers trembling. The words from Dr. Ramores echoed in my mind. 0% match. I walked further in, shoes clicking against the marble floor, until the faint sound of a cartoon caught my attention. Pedro.

Only silence. Fade to black.

Bleeding. SILENCE

“Mommy!” Elena looked at him. His eyes were glowing. Not gold. Not black. Blue. The Silence stopped. For the first time, the black figure seemed to notice him. Lucas stared at it. And the impossible happened. The Silence spoke. Only one word. “You.” The Genesis count stopped. 1,000,001 SUBJECTS REMAINING Elena stared at Lucas. The black figure lowered its hand. Then Lucas whispered something that made even the barefoot creator recoil. “I remember you.”