Silent Night By Temptation Novels & Stories

I was not able to get the answer to this question when a sudden wave of sleep hit me and I couldn't help but fall into this temptation due to his lovely collagen and his soft fingers across my hair and I surrendered to the darkness that subdued me. But there's one thing that I hope for, for a moment like this not to end. I was not able to get the answer to this question when a sudden wave of sleep hit me and I couldn't help but fall into this temptation due to his lovely collagen and his soft fingers across my hair and I surrendered to the darkness that subdued me. But there's one thing that I hope for, for a moment like this not to end.

His body was tired, but his mind was too awake now to let him slip back into sleep. By now he had resigned himself to having another sleepless night. He switched on his bedside lamp and reached for the nearest book to read. He needed something to occupy himself with until morning. He decided to go to the toilet first so he could be comfortable. He crept along the hallway to the bathroom and assumed he had been noiseless until the door of the guest bedroom opened. “Flynn?” a voice whispered. It was Lucas. “I just needed the toilet, go back to sleep,” he whispered back.

Then Liam set his beer down and clapped his big hands once. “Alright, enough fucking around. Time for The Temptation Trials. Spinner in the middle, three decks—Icebreaker, Touch & Tease, No Limits. Starts light, gets nasty. You in, Ethan?” I nodded, my throat dry. “Yeah.” We sat in a loose circle, me right on Liam’s left like he’d made sure of it. The first few spins were Round 1, Icebreaker stuff, light but already pushing. Spinner landed on Ryan first. He drew and read out loud, grinning.

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

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!

First came the tremulous, gentle sound, like a song rising from broken throats. By daybreak, it shook the fortress's corridors. Luna awoke from a restless slumber, her dreams still hazy with the buzz of chains and crimson light. Silence that didn't feel right filled the air, making everything heavy. There was no peace. There was the silence that precedes a horrible event. Then it came to her once more. The vocals. Low and rhythmic, a desperate chant that was repeated again and over again, voices scraping against despair, it floated through the crevices in her door. Her heart was already racing when she put on her cloak and entered the hallway.

Dead. "Together," Silas’s voice echoed in her mind, but it was distorted, layered with the high-frequency hum of the Creator. "In the Silence, we are finally... one." But Lyra Thorne had spent three years learning how to live in the dark. She knew that the Silence was not a sanctuary; it was a harvest. She reached up, her fingers closing over Silas’s wrist, her own violet blood slick against his marble-white skin. She didn't try to pull the blade out. She pushed herself further onto it.

The anxiety began to ease as I found that none of these hands stirred anything inside me. Finally, another hand was placed in mine. It was warm, firm, and the moment our skin touched, a rush of warmth spread through me, almost like an electric jolt. I gasped softly, and I could feel my heart skip a beat. My hand tingled where our skin met, and a strange sense of calmness washed over me. “ That’s enough,” Kaden’s deep voice cut through the silence, and I felt his hand slip away as the blindfold was gently removed. Blinking in the bright light of the grand hall, I turned to see Kaden standing in front of me, a satisfied look on his face.

I see no lights anywhere in the compound. Sipping my Kitsune mask on, I begin to sing. “Hello darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain. Still remains. Within the sound of silence.” with my voice, the soft and eerie tune of Simon and Garfunkel held a more sinister twist.

Peaceful on the surface. But something feels off. I lie down slowly, pulling the covers over myself. My eyes grow heavy. Sleep comes. Softly. But not gently. Because deep into the night A sound breaks the silence. Soft. Careful. From inside my room. And I am no longer alone.