Novel & Cerita Silent Night Book

Tomorrow night, I would leave Sicelia. After finishing my last shift and collecting my pay, I walked out of the restaurant. A familiar black Lamborghini was parked at the entrance to the plaza. Before I could step closer, fireworks suddenly lit up the sky over downtown Palemore. Then, countless drones formed words in the night sky. [SALVATORE LOVES IRENE FOREVER!]

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

“Give me your hand.” The next silence dragged on, and he got curious about what was going on behind him. His Head almost gave in to take a look back, but then the next sudden crushing sound made him flinch. Something had been crushed… And he was sure it wasn't a stick. Rachel’s choked up groan that soon disappeared as fast as it came made his skin cold. The first crushing sound soon became a repetition of five, then ten. After a while of listening to Rachel's quiet sniffle and a silent gasp that told him she wanted to scream but couldn't, Dylan's next words confirmed his suspicion.

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.

⸻ The city lay under a canopy of midnight blue, the streets emptying slowly as the late hour approached. Streetlights flickered softly, casting long, wavering shadows on the cobblestones, and in the quiet hum of the night, Serena felt the weight of anticipation pressing against her chest.

Thanks belonged to other rooms. She opened the book to the first page again and, without announcing it, began once more — not for Lucia, who was sleeping, but for herself, because saying the words out loud made them true in a way thinking them never would. The fox set his paw on the path. The trees stood where they had always stood. Behind her, a man who could have turned the moment into a rule decided again not to. He gave the story his silence, and the silence did the rest. When Siena paused at the end of the page to listen for the monitor’s reply, it came, patient and exact.

17 VIKTOR The silence between us was thick with something unspoken. Sabrina sat across from me, her eyes avoiding mine, her fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt. She hadn’t spoken much since the mission, and that was fine. I didn’t need her words, not yet. She was mine, even when she wasn’t fully aware of it. I leaned back in my chair, watching her. The weight of the world seemed to press on her delicate frame. She was unraveling, slowly but surely. Good. That was exactly how I wanted her.

I turn around to find Peter, another classmate of mine from the next room, in pyjamas, eyes red and angry, “What the fuck? Some of us are trying to sleep.” My body is vibrating too hard for me to speak. Timothy's door opens, and he pulls me in and bangs it closed so hard I almost land on my ass when he lets me go. The floor blurs around me, and my teeth sting, my nose doing that ringing thing it does when I want to cry, but I won't let myself. His voice is so soft I don't recognise it is coming from him for a full second, “Li, what's wrong?” He doesn't wait for me to answer, “Why are you here at this time of the night?”

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.