Silent Revenge Novels & Stories

I hate it when people gave me that pitiful look. To my greatest surprise,I looked back at him and I realized he was the boss of one of the deadliest mafia gangs in Italy. The Silicon's so as they call themselves. Infact,he was the most feared and scary of them all. He pities no one and kills anyone who crosses path with him. He is Antonio Lorenzo. Antonio is standing right before me,staring right into my soul and I'm here lying like a vegetable on the bed. "What do you want from me boss? I haven't done anything to you. I haven't crossed your path boss." I begged even before death came knocking on my door.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

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.

Edelyn makes her way towards Ethan and clasps his arms in a vice like grip, relief flooding her face. "Follow my lead. I know a secret way out." Ethan starts slowly slipping towards the other end of the room, and we follow close behind. Edelyn clings on to Ethan; while Sam and Ian walk close behind me and Scarlet. My hand rests on Scarlet's lower back in a protective manner. We make no sound and walk as slowly and discreetly as possible. Us being closer to the walls was working to our advantage because we were completely hidden by the dark. "Boring!" I hear one of the armed men shout.

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

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!"

Celestine grumbled again. Lilyana rolled her eyes. Compared to anyone else, she was certainly the most shaken. Her loyalty had been wasted. Even her pride seemed to have been trampled because Rafael was having an affair with Anastasya, the assistant who worked with him. At least he had lessened his heartache after torturing those two. Cruel? That was his middle name. Sterne's blood runs thick in his body, and Sterne will not stay silent when his pride is trampled on.

Amelia, do you think that just because victory is in your grasp, you can look down on me like this? Do you think that by destroying my sword, you can trample me underfoot? You are far too naive! Isaiah's fingers curled slightly inside his sleeve. There, he still had his final trump card—a Silent Needle, the Palmer family's unique hidden weapon. The Silent Needle was forged from Frost Iron, as thin as a hair, silent and invisible when used. It was coated with the world's deadliest Destroy Poison. Even a master at the Heaven Spirit Phase, if accidentally struck, would have their spiritual resolve destroyed instantly and become a cripple.

It sharpens inside me like a blade. It cuts when I breathe. I think I hate him. Not the petty hate of rivals or children, but the real kind—the kind you grow in silence after betrayal. The kind that makes you lock your doors at night and keep your eyes open in the dark. The kind that whispers that your revenge must be silent, exact, and final. The wind howls against the balcony doors, rattling them in their frames like fists begging to be let in. I stay still. Let it scream. It’s the only thing in this cursed place that speaks with honesty.