Silent Revenge Novels & Stories

“She thinks sleeping with secrets makes her safe. But when loyalty starts to waiver, the only thing keeping someone alive is their silence.” ‎ ‎I stood, smoothing the sleeves of my jacket. “She knows too much. She talks to the wrong people. She’s already aligned herself with Morretti. You really think I’m going to wait for her to slip a blade between my ribs?” ‎ ‎Santos stayed quiet. Wise—for once. ‎ ‎“Make it clean. Quick. No theatrics. I want it done tonight.” ‎ ‎He nodded and left, the silence folding back over me like velvet.

She tried her best to divert the topic and stormed out of the room. Lucian walked past her into the living room, the faint scent of cedar following. He didn't say anything after. He didn’t have to. His calmness was a weapon; silence, the blade he preferred. When could insert his hand into the chest of Hollywood and pull out secrets like treasures, there really was no need for speaking. Serena’s pulse was still erratic, her anger half-made of fear, half of shame. She hated that he knew. It was something she never wished for anyone to know.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

I say, my voice softening slightly only out of pure habit. “Lir,” she calls out just as I reach the threshold. “Don't let him get inside your head. Silas is a master manipulator. He’ll use anything to make you feel like the villain here. Just remember exactly what you saw in that room, and focus on stabilizing the trade and our supplies.” “I remember exactly what I saw, Elara,” I say, refusing to look back at her. I walk out to the private garage, the cold mountain air hitting my face like a slap. I climbed into the black sedan and kicked the brake and the engine roared to life with a predatory growl. As I drove toward Gray Peaks, the silence of the car felt like a living thing.

I reached the private elevator, my fingers trembling as I punched in the code I’d memorized: 4-9-0-2. The doors hummed shut. The ascent felt like it took a lifetime. When the doors opened into the dim, leather-scented silence of Silas’s office, the scent of him—cedar and scotch—hit me like a physical blow. The safe was hidden behind a painting of the New York harbor—a cruel irony that made me want to scream. I swung the canvas aside, revealing the biometric keypad. I pulled the black device from my garter, the cold plastic slick with the sweat of my palms.

Every word stabbed deeper, confirming every fear she’d already lived with in silence. “I know,” she whispered, broken. “I know. But it’s too late.” Her friends stood there, three different storms crashing around her secret, and Lucy realized, the truth wasn’t hers alone anymore. It was theirs now too. And the walls of Catania would not stay silent for long. The silence didn’t last long. It couldn’t. Selene was the first to move, stepping into the cramped bathroom and folding her arms, her voice cool but sharp enough to cut glass

Lord Theo chided the other vampire, “we want them to speak, remember?” I swallowed heavily. We were going to be interrogated. I remembered the things Ronan and the other scouts had told me. I remembered how badly injured Kieran had been when I first met him. Could I possibly hold out against that kind of treatment? I had once fainted at five strikes of a lash! “She can’t,” Marcus said, nodding towards me. “The girl is mute. Questioning her is useless.” “Do you honestly expect me to believe you trained a mute girl as a scout?” Lord Theo scoffed.

Harlan shouts, reaching for a weapon he isn't allowed to carry in the UN. "I am the Silence," the entity says. "I am the one who watched you from the dark." The black spot on the map. The predator Aria saw. "Your network is loud," the Silence says. "It is chaotic. It is... inefficient." The screens flash red. "I have come to bring order." BOOM. The windows of the Grand Hall blow inward. Not from a bomb. From a sonic pulse. Screams erupt. The crowd stampedes. "Get the kids!" I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.

Eight years ago, I fought Joey Kirk for a long time to protect Sylvia Lane. Even though she couldn't speak, I married her against my family's wishes. Eight years later, when our house caught fire, I risked my life to save Sylvia. Yet she pushed me into the flames to protect a puppet that looked just like Joey. "Sylvia, just pretend you can't talk. Please, do it for me. Shane will definitely fall for you." "Okay." A recording Sylvia had kept in a folder labeled "True Love" shattered everything I knew. My so-called love at first sight had been part of a plan from the very beginning. I looked at Sylvia. Even now, she refused to speak and still tried to cover for Joey. My heart ached so ba

Then a hissing, almost electronic breath takes over the broadcast. “Black Raven Fortress…” The voice is distorted, a metallic whisper that sends chills down every spine. “The Emperor claims this dam. The Silent Ones are already inside. If you want your lights back… come to the water and die.” The transmission cuts out with a sharp click. Doctor Kenneth clutches his head, his face draining of all colour. “The Silent Ones… They are his personal execution squad. Spectral-class infected with full light-refraction mutation. Completely invisible to the naked eye and every infrared sensor we ever built. They wiped out the entire dam garrison in minutes.”