Silent Revenge Novels & Stories

Gavin’s composed mask cracked, panic slipping through it. He reached for my hand, whispering urgently. “Liora, lower your voice. It’s a secret.” Secret? That word struck like fuel on fire. My blood turned hot. I jerked my hand away so hard that even the dancers nearby faltered in their steps. “A secret?” I snapped, my voice rising despite myself. “You tried to kill a child. How can I let it slip?” Gasps rippled through the hall. The music stuttered in the background. Whispers broke out in the hall as footsteps approached quickly.

Then silence. He clamped his mouth shut, looked away. "Let's go," he said all smug. "Knew you'd show." He took the lead. Seemed like the whole hotel had been reserved. Then it clicked—those "friends" William mentioned? This was it. I didn't follow. Nathan slowed. "Fine, I'll go first," he muttered. "I was wrong, okay? You just hate Sophie, right? I'll drop her. Happy? So petty—it's not like she even did anything to you."

Instantly, the heavy iron gate at the entrance of the yard clicked open. We came to a shed and Renzo kicked the side door of the shed open with enough force to shatter the wooden frame. Silas was sitting at a metal desk in the corner. His head snapped toward the door in total shock and his hand reached for the holster at his hip. Renzo raised his gun with a fluid motion and put a single bullet directly through the center of his forehead. Silas collapsed backward against the metal desk. Elix screamed from the darkness behind the desk, her fingers clawing at a small silver revolver hidden inside her fur coat.

* The pillar pulsed once. A voice spoke, but not with sound. It was inside their skulls. *You are late.* Aria stopped ten paces from the stone. “Who are you?” *I am what remains when oaths are forgotten.* *I am the Silence.* Ash raised her blade. It did nothing. The blade felt heavy, distant, like it belonged to someone else. Kael stepped in front of Aria. “You can’t have her.” The Silence laughed. It had no mouth. *She already belongs to me. She carries my brother’s prison in her blood.*

"I'm trying to save you." Lucian laughed. "Save me?" "You've been carrying the Silence for thousands of years." "And?" "It's eating you." Lucian looked at his hands. Black veins had appeared beneath his skin. Evelyn stepped toward him. "Lucian." He looked at her. "Don't come closer." "You're hurting." "I can handle it." "You don't have to." "I do." "Why?" "Because if I let it out..." He looked toward the endless worlds. "...everyone dies."

I was the prize. Silas look wasn't just rage. It was a profound, crushing sense of betrayal. He looked at me not as a lover, but as a lie. I realized in that moment that if I stayed silent, if I remained the "willing participant," Silas would never look at me the same way again. He would see me as a traitor. And if Silas stopped loving me, Lucas would have no reason to keep the videos a secret—he’d just burn the whole house down for the fun of it.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Knight after all her family had done for him! The journey home was unusually quiet. Lauren chose to remain silent and Malcolm chose not to say anything either. The minute he parked the car, Lauren alighted immediately, afraid what she felt deep inside her heart would come spilling out at just one look from those mesmerizing blue eyes. She scurried upstairs immediately, ignoring Kate’s greeting for the first time ever and the delicious spread on the table. Once inside the comfort of her closet, the tears that had begun to form ever since Malcolm’s appearance at the Byrne mansion fell in torrents. This was her first time being tied to something big and been cut off from it all of a sudden was

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

With the upfront payment confirmed, I set my sights on the task ahead. "Thank you, Silence," I replied, my voice tinged with gratitude. "Remember, secrecy is paramount. We must eliminate any trace of our involvement. Mr. Martin's fate rests in our hands." Silence's voice softened, a hint of reassurance seeping through. "Rest assured, Selena. Our network specializes in discretion. We shall carry out this operation with the utmost precision and ensure your identity remains concealed."