Silent King Novels & Stories

The drive felt heavy in Verina’s palm, a cold piece of metal that seemed to hum with the weight of her entire life. Ten seconds. It wasn't a countdown; it was a heartbeat, a fading pulse of time she was burning through just by standing there. Silas stumbled toward her, his movements jagged, blood matting his hair and obscuring his vision, but his focus was singular—he wasn't looking at the double, he was looking at her. He didn't know about the choice. He didn't know that saving the world meant wiping her own slate clean.

"Mum, dad let's leave them alone." Mr. Vance and Kate smiled at me as they existed the room and left us alone. Alexis didn't look at me as she continued staring outside. I walked over to her and just stood there in silence rocking back and forth on the heels of my boots. She was dressed in one of those ridiculous hospital gowns with a cloth wrapped around her head so people wouldn't see that she'd lost her hair. "I love you and I need you to know how much before I go into that operating room," she spoke, finally breaking the unbearable silence. "You don't have to say it back to me because I know you still love her."

If I slept, I'd see my parents again. I resisted, fighting the seductive pull of darkness with all my might. I knew it was lying to me, but I couldn't speak. It felt like I was choking. I could only run—run... Just as the suffocating sensation threatened to consume me, a beam of light tore through the darkness like a sword. I, too, overcame the heaviness in my chest. For the first time, I heard my own voice, clear and true. "Harvey... help me."

" Shane closed his eyes in pain. His head hung low, and his voice was hoarse. "I know it's all my fault. "I just hope I can stay by your side. "I don't mind being treated like a stranger. I'll just watch over you two in silence." I said nothing. After turning around, I walked to the window and watched the sky gradually turn dark. "Leave, and don't come back." Shane stood frozen there for a long moment. Only when I repeated my dismissal did he stagger away. His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate.

The Konstantino family had owned it for years, though these days they tend to rent it out from time to time. I didn’t want to show it too much, but I was really excited about this trip. A whole weekend. Just the three of us? Yes, please. “Music?” I asked, reaching for the stereo. “Please, yes,” Kyler said from MY space in the front. “Silas has had us in silence for the past fifteen minutes like we’re driving to a funeral.” “Nothing bad with silence.” Silas defended. I scrolled through Sila’s carefully curated playlists and picked one randomly. It was soft instrumental and jazzy.

:: AUTO-CORRECT REJECTED :: REASON: PRESENCE-LED PATTERN OVERRIDES OLD SILENCE INTERPRETATION :: COMMENT: SILENCE IS NO LONGER READ AS NEUTRAL. IT IS ASSOCIATED WITH CORE USER. ABSENCE CANNOT BE MAPPED. Cassian stood. Quietly. Didn’t move toward the door. Didn’t call her name. He just watched as a room built to outlive emotion began to tremble slightly because the person it had learned to trust was no longer inside it. And Eden? She kept walking. Not to test the system.

His gaze, almost instinctively, sought the anchor in the storm. Silas Vance stood near the grand piano, a statue carved from granite. He was Dominic’s head of security, but for the past two years, he’d been Leo’s personal shadow. Ex-military, Silas possessed an imposing stillness. He wasn’t bulky, but lean and powerful, every line of his dark suit hinting at coiled strength. His grey eyes scanned the room with methodical precision, missing nothing. A faint scar traced his strong jawline, a pale whisper of a violent past Leo could only imagine. Silas was a silent sentinel, impassive, professional, an extension of Dominic’s control.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

“Go home⁠. Ge​t some rest. You​ look like death⁠ warm​ed over.” The e‌le‌vato‌r ride dow​n was silent. T‌he walk to th⁠e car was silent. Inside the⁠ car, the silence was so thick I could t‍aste it, metallic and sour,‍ l‍ike bloo⁠d. I started t‍he engine just to ha‌ve a soun‍d. “He knows,” Sil‍as‌ said. He w‌a‌s‌ st‍aring straigh‍t a​hea​d, his profile shar⁠p‍ aga‍inst the g‌ray parking garage wall.