Silent Madness Novels & Stories

"That’s the secret. The machine runs itself. I am just the ghost inside it." The silence stretched, becoming heavy and suffocating. In the total darkness outside the light, Lyra felt as though the walls were closing in. This was the sensory deprivation she had asked for—the stripping away of the world until there was nothing left but the raw, uncomfortable truth of the person sitting across from you. Suddenly, Silas’s hand twitched. He looked down at the Ledger, his eyes wide. "Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Hear what, Silas?"

A deafening silence descending over the hall. *****************************************

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

The image of Silas – standing rigid in the center of the room, a silhouette of conflicted fury and protective anguish against the city lights – was seared into his mind. He reached his room, fumbled with the lock, and stumbled inside, slamming the door shut and locking it with trembling fingers. He leaned his back against it, sliding down to the floor, his legs giving way. He pressed his hands over his mouth, stifling the sob that threatened to erupt. His lips still tingled. He could still feel the pressure of Silas’s mouth, the strength of his arms. *Madness.* Silas was right. It was utter madness. Reckless. Suicidal. Dominic would destroy them both if he ever knew.

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.

Darkness swallows my mind. And silence.

[When A Name Bleeds] “The truth does not scream. It whispers—until it hurts.” The storm did not arrive with thunder. It arrived with silence. A silence so thick it made the air feel heavy, so tense it pressed against Panni’s skin like an invisible hand. The penthouse lights were dim, throwing long shadows across the floor. The city beyond the windows glittered like a world that had no idea a quiet disaster was unfolding behind glass. Panni stood barefoot in the kitchen, staring at the phone in her hands.

Letting all the lights and sounds of the world disappear, being replaced with darkness and complete and utter silence. ***

​The victory over the Silence left the Ninth Core in a state of frantic, rhythmic operation. We couldn't stop the noise. Every time Harl tried to throttle down the primary pistons, the grey static began to bloom in the corners of the lower wards like a mold of non-existence. We were trapped in a symphony of survival; if the music stopped, the world ended.