Novel & Cerita Silent King

I returned back to my hostel after I agreed to be Ryker's date for the fundraising event. Sam wasn't around when I got back, so I took off my clothes and threw on some baggy and comfortable sweats. I jumped on my bed, plugged in my earphones and worked on some assignments. As soon as Pink venom by Black Pink started to play, I closed my books and stood up from my bed. I balled my palm into a fist and used it as an imaginary mic, I sang the rubbish I knew and danced to the beat.

*Silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Guarding. Waiting. In silence.

* --- **The Bargain** The static in me surges, a storm waiting to be unleashed. Eden's hand brushes mine, his touch grounding me. "We're not falling for this." The figure tilts his head. *"You think this is a trick? Look around you. The Silence is *here*. It's already begun."* The trees behind him dissolve, their trunks crumbling into ash. The void spreads, devouring the forest inch by inch. The figure steps back, his form flickering. *"Choose quickly,"* he says, his voice fading. *"Or the choice will be made for you."*

the Silas-Sentry boomed. The sound was like a mountain groaning. The towering white giant before me raised his blade of sterile light. This wasn't the Silas who had whispered poetry to me in the dark of the Kernel. This was a ten-story monument to corporate order, his body a polished, featureless marble that reflected the chaos of the city with a cold, mocking clarity.

A ball of pure darkness formed between his hands. Ronan flicked the fingers of one hand, and the ball expanded until it filled the hallway, wrapping around each of us in turn. The vampire woman grinned at me as I stared wide eyed at what could only be vampire magic. “It’ll keep us hidden,” she whispered to me. “So long as we’re good and quiet.” I nodded my understanding. As Ronan had pointed out, I didn’t have much choice but to be quiet. But I was careful where I stepped anyway. I couldn’t talk but I could still step on a creaky board.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"