Silent King Novels & Stories

It coalesced into a faceless humanoid wielding twin blades of pure void-psionic energy. This was a "Silencer"—the most terrifying abyssal assassin under the Devourer’s command. It had no heartbeat, no soul, and was deployed exclusively to eliminate high-value scientific targets. Its single objective: erase the Millers, destroy the Origin Blood stabilizer, and sever Earth’s hope. "Target acquired," the Silencer broadcasted via a raspy consciousness wave. Its psionic blade swung silently toward the back of Dr. James's neck. CLANG! A deafening explosion of metal on metal rang out.

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

Every heartbeat sounded too loud in the thick, dark silence. Rowan’s hands gripped the poker so tightly that his knuckles ached. “Stay close. Stay silent. Stay together,” he whispered, his voice low and firm. “He wants a reaction. Don’t give him one.” Sierra buried her face in his chest. “I… I can feel him,” she whispered. “He’s here… I can feel him!”

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

“You’ll regret this, Mr. Silvester. Mark my words. One day, you’ll come begging for mercy, and I’ll be the one holding all the power.” Mr. Silvester’s expression didn’t change. He simply shrugged, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk. “We’ll see about that,” he replied calmly. Amy turned on her heel and stormed out of the office with anger fuming in her heart, slamming the door behind her, but Mr Silvester didn’t flinch. He watched her go, then picked up his pen and resumed his work as if nothing had happened.

Hi everyone. Happy new month(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I'm just going to keep this short. If you love "His silent voice" then you're gonna love it even more as we now dive into Kyle's chapter of both his past and his master. Curious, aren't we? Yeah, so am I if that makes sense😂.

I nodded while I looked around the quiet Dark Pub we were in. “Can I get you something?” an old man asked while staring at me. I was sure he was the bartender. “Get me two cold beers” Ten ordered while going through his jeans. He came out with a leather wallet. The moment he clicked it open thousands of bank notes appeared. “Coming right up” replied the old man heading to the shelves. “So, tell me Siren are you and Jack…” Ten said while taking the two beers from the old man. “Of course, not” I quickly replied. “We are just friends.”

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.