Novel & Cerita Silent King

Silvio against two men. ****

“My engine was the only chance we had. It was a resonance dampener. It would have made this world invisible to them. It would have been a quiet, mechanical existence, but it would have been an existence.” ​“At the cost of our souls,” I said, my voice gaining a hard, metallic edge. “You would have turned us into puppets just to hide from the puppeteers.” ​“And what is your alternative, Shadow King?” Silas sneered. “Will you fight them with your broken threads and your fading songs? You are a man held together by a single stitch. You are a candle in a hurricane.” ​“I am the silence that remains when the hurricane is over,” I replied.

Just silence. And somehow, that silence said everything.

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

“Selene.” She stopped on the first step, her hand tightening on the wood. Selene didn’t turn around as she asked, “What, Cassian?” “Are you going to stand there all night, or will you come down so we can talk?” he asked, sounding unbothered by the fact that he was breaking a four-year silence over a jar of overnight oats. She turned slowly while keeping her bag slung over her shoulder, wanting him to see that she had no intention of being in his space for a second longer than necessary.

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.