Silent King Novels & Stories

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

“The version of myself I thought I was.” “And the one you are becoming,” Evelyn added. He took her hand. “That one scares me less.” They stopped beneath a streetlight, the glow soft against the pavement. “The cost of silence,” Evelyn said quietly, “is that it asks everyone else to pay.” Alexander nodded. “Not anymore.” Above them, the city lights stretched on, unaware of the reckoning unfolding within its towers. But for the first time, the legacy of fire felt exposed, stripped of justification. Silence had protected the system.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

"You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more." "I know what I heard!" I walked right up to Dante, stopping just a foot away. I was half his size, but I didn't care. "You spoke. You called me 'little genius.' You're playing a game, Dante. The 'Silent Don' is a lie. It’s a gimmick to keep your enemies afraid because they can’t read you." Dante didn't flinch. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around my waist. Before I could scream, he pulled me flush against him.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Truly alone, for the first time since the war had landed on our doorstep. I walked to the center of the room, where a large, flat slab of silver-flecked obsidian served as a bed, covered in thick furs that looked like they had been plucked from the clouds. The silence here was absolute. It was a silence that didn't feel empty; it felt full, like a bated breath. "You’re staring again," I said softly, turning to find Silas watching me. He was leaning against one of the quartz pillars, his arms crossed over his chest. In the blue light of the sanctum, the scars on his torso looked like silver ink. His golden eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide as he tracked the way the silver light danced acr

"Kneel." For a brief moment, ELi thought he meant on the spikes, but the monk clarified and ELi sucked in a breath of relief. His knee hits the cold stone and he let out another breath until Silas walked forward, towering in front of him. Silence stretched between them for a long time before fingers curled into his scalp. Eli gasped as Silas dragged his head up by the crown of his skull. “Does it excite you,” he murmured, voice like rough silk, “the same way it does when you’re committing sodomy in filthy corners of your school?”

Dominik Silence descends, thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of my own breathing. I’m still buried deep inside her, my body shuddering with the last violent tremors of my release, but the blinding haze of rage and lust has abruptly cleared, leaving behind a stark, chilling clarity.