Silent Running Book Novels & Stories

I blinked, shaking my head clear. "Excuse me..." Silence. As I instinctively reached out to shake her awake, she sits up abruptly instead, the cap still on her head; a waterfall of raven black curls falling along her back. Closing the book, she got off the desk and moved to the window. Silence. Wh-What was that? "Good morning, I wasn't expecting there to be anyone here at this hour..." Silence, "I guess you're one of my students. I'm..." "I know who you are Fairchild Sensei." Her soft yet hoarse voice seemed to echo in the quiet room. The slight unrecognizable accent played with my ears ever so slightly and I was rendered speechless... Is that all?

The silence stretched like a blade between us. Every second ticked by heavier than the last. I could feel the air thickening, pressing down on my lungs, squeezing until I wasn’t sure I could take another breath. Laura’s eyes never left mine. Ronan, the wolf by the door, stood stiff and silent, ears pinned back like he sensed a storm about to hit. The book sat between us on the table like a loaded weapon, humming with something old—something I didn’t understand.

into existence. "They’re 'Reading' us, Lyra," Silas whispered, his voice sounding like a recorded echo. He felt a sudden, sharp vibration in his marrow, as if a massive, invisible finger were tracing the line of his spine. "It’s not a gaze anymore. It’s an interaction."

##Chapter 044 ##The Weight of Blood The Hollow Den was silent after the howls faded into the distance. Too silent. The kind of silence that pressed against my skull until my own heartbeat sounded like a war drum. I hadn’t slept. Not truly. Every time I closed my eyes, the darkness coiled around me like a living thing, dredging up half-formed dreams that left my skin damp and my nerves stretched taut.

We sit there in silence for a while, waiting for the lights to come up. The place got really quiet, I watched as many people pulled out their phones and switched on the flashlights; the very few moderators that had come, made their way towards the electricity circuit to check the problem. After one whole minute, the lights weren't back but i watched as people visibly relaxed much more and continued having conversation. I feel the very immense need to keep dead silent, It's was as though someone was lurking in the shadows and i was trying to hide from it. "Kids, we couldn't figure out the problem; hold on tight, a professional is on the way." I hear one of the teacher's announce loudly. The p

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

Morning comes too quietly. No screams. No cracks in the sky. No eldritch knocking on the edges of reality. Just snow drifting past my bedroom window like it has nothing better to do than pretend this town isn’t one bad decision away from being swallowed whole. That’s what unsettles me. Hallowpine thrives on warning signs. Silence here is never empty , it’s loaded. I wake before the others, the weight behind my ribs still there, settled like a second spine. The silver doesn’t stir unless I focus on it. It waits. Patient. Listening.

His eyes stayed on the book, unbothered, flipping a page with a faint rustle that filled the silence between us. Place the cup on the cabinet by the bed. Theila’s words echoed in my head. I bit my bottom lip and lifted my head, and when my eyes flicked toward Silas, still fixed on the book in his hand, I quickly looked away. Clutching the tray tighter, I walked to the cabinet beside the bed, careful not to let a single sound slip. Alpha Silas is especially sensitive to noise in the mornings, so be careful not to make a sound. I repeated her warning in my mind as I stopped, reached for the brown cup with the lid, and carefully lowered myself to place it on the cabinet.

"Forget it, Grayson. I'm not severely injured anyway. Ray's still young, and she'll hate you for punishing her. I can understand. You mustn't argue with Sandy, and don't hit the pup, either!" Dad scoffed. "You're kind, but people won't appreciate it! If Ray doesn't get punished, she'll never learn to behave. I must teach her a lesson!" While Dad raged by himself in the living room, Mom walked into my bedroom. She quietly put my clothes and toys into a box. But before she could close it, Dad rushed in and knocked the box over. "Are you trying to hide Ray away? It's too late. The Silverlune Guards are already on their way. This time, I must teach you and your pup a lesson!"

Benjamin, as the father of the child, volunteered to drive her. Throughout the drive, the conversation was one-sided, with Benjamin trying to strike up a conversation. Nissa, as always, couldn't speak. But even if she could, she wouldn't have bothered with hand signs just to reply to him. There was a time when Benjamin ignored her silence. Now, it was he who wanted to speak, but she didn't want to hear it. So he rambled on, as if trying to pour out everything he'd never said in his entire life.