Silent Running Book Novels & Stories

The first thing Elena noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that wrapped around La Rivera at dawn like a lullaby, but the hollow kind, the kind that felt like something was missing. It lingered in the hallways even as staff arrived, even as the early morning sunlight spilled across the marble floors. It was the kind of silence that waited.

Pages of books turned over by themselves with a rustling sound that cut the silence. "Siron..." Kit whispered. "I know." The neon light above their heads flickered once, twice. Then died completely, leaving them in darkness. Only the green emergency light on the floor provided minimal illumination. Thump. The sound came from the shelf next to their right. A thick book fell by itself onto the floor, open. Then followed another, and another, as if an invisible hand was throwing them one by one. "We have to go," Kit hissed, grabbing Siron's arm.

Anna's POV Derrick’s words hung in the suffocating darkness of the ruined chamber, and the absolute silence that followed was louder than the chanting inside my head. His bare fingers were still resting against my burning neck, and the raw, heavy wave of grounding energy flowing from his skin was the only thing keeping my mind from splintering into a million pieces. The relief was intoxicating, a sweet, dark poison that tempted my human heart, making my inner wolves stop their frantic pacing and lean greedily toward his touch.

He was a library of stories with the doors locked from the outside. ​As the evening cooled and the sky turned the color of a bruised plum, Tobi’s Grandpa found him under the mango tree. Grandpa moved with a slow, deliberate grace, his footsteps barely whispering against the dry earth. He didn't ask Tobi why he hadn't spoken at dinner. He simply sat down on an upturned crate, smelling of cedarwood and the starch of his heavy, indigo dyed tunic. ​"You know, Soji," Grandpa began, using the secret name that meant meant The One Who Wakes the World, "the loudest drum in the village is often the hollowest one. Just because you are silent doesn't mean you are empty."

The living room fell into a dead silence. No one spoke. They clearly had not expected me, the girl who always gave in and agreed to everything, to suddenly say something like that. I did not want to argue with them anymore, so I turned and limped back to my room. Late that night, lying on my bed, I opened my phone and looked at the calendar. December 7th. Only three days left. Just then, my phone vibrated. Salvatore was calling.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

The basement was cold, damp, and oppressive. Stephen brought me only one meal a day. At first, I was utterly terrified, so frightened that I forced my eyes open wide in the darkness, straining to see anything. When a rat scurried by, my heart pounded uncontrollably. As a mute, however, no matter how terrified I was, I couldn't make a sound. All I could do was curl up against the wall, clutching myself tightly and trembling as fear consumed me.

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

I take a deep breath to calm myself, remind myself why I’m here, and that regardless of him, I would achieve my objectives. I take a few more deep breaths before I feel more at ease in my center and pull open the book to get some studying done. I settle into the peaceful silence, going through each word and it’s meaning carefully while taking down notes with my pen. It goes on for a while. After about thirty minutes of silent reading passes, my eyes just move up to Silas on their own, out of pure curiosity to see what he’s doing. He remains in the same position, staring intently into his book before casually flipping a page. My curiosity on what exactly has his attention all wrapped up like

“Not erased.” The Author of Silence didn’t move, Didn’t threaten. It simply waited. The closed book still extended. Her hands itched. Her chest pulsed. Her daughter still stared, still holding that one page. Mama lives. It was not a prophecy. It was a plea. Liora reached for the sealed book. Kael tensed. Ashen screamed inside her blood, And just as her fingers brushed the leather cover, The book moved. No longer in the Author’s hands, Now held by Liolai. And as she touched it, The book opened itself.