Silent Running Book Novels & Stories

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

Thud. Thud. Thud. "What the hell is that?" Sam asked as something hit the wall in a continuous motion. It was coming from the room next to ours. Sam and I stared at the wall, wondering what Grace- the girl in the next room- was doing. The thuds grew louder and faster, then it finally dawned on me. My face reddened like a tomato as sounds of Grace moaning filled our whole room. "Holy shit. Grace, it's too early for this." Sam shouted but I knew Grace wouldn't hear anything, she was preoccupied at the moment.

Finally, she remembered that when she was younger, she was able to talk and just be quiet. It was the fact that she had been shunned at the rogue pack not to talk that she had been quiet all these while. Bingo! Maybe if she said a word, they could understand what she was saying, and maybe she could tell them she needed hearing aids and she couldn’t hear what they were saying to her. She opened her mouth, and all that came out was, “I-I-I” Well, that was a start she was certain that if she tried even harder, she was going to get it.

The tired words left his mouth before he knew it, and his shut eyes fell open. The chuckle came to him again, his body moving on its own as he sat up to scan the room. It was nothing but white, a few foggy parts, and a few clear, but all still white and plain. Nothing in sight. “Baaaa, abbba a!” The baby's inaudible voice came in again. His curiosity perked up, even more than trying to figure out where he was, something about the lively and soothing sound called him.

The Echoes roamed unseen, whispering through wind and dream, guardians of a world that had forgotten why it sang. And in a small village near the edge of the Dawnlands, a child was born. She did not cry. She did not make a sound. Yet the moment she opened her eyes, the air trembled. They named her Lyra. --- The Silent One From the beginning, Lyra was different. When other children laughed, her lips barely moved. When they sang, her silence somehow made their songs clearer. Her mother often pressed her ear to the girl’s chest just to make sure her heart was beating. It was—but faintly, as if it pulsed to a rhythm the world couldn’t hear.

"That’s the secret. The machine runs itself. I am just the ghost inside it." The silence stretched, becoming heavy and suffocating. In the total darkness outside the light, Lyra felt as though the walls were closing in. This was the sensory deprivation she had asked for—the stripping away of the world until there was nothing left but the raw, uncomfortable truth of the person sitting across from you. Suddenly, Silas’s hand twitched. He looked down at the Ledger, his eyes wide. "Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Hear what, Silas?"

Lauren rebutted, confidently. "Are you sure about that? Listen to this." At first, Lauren heard nothing but the noise from the party. Just when she was about to sneer, she heard Malcolm's voice. His voice wasn't loud but the entire hall was pin silent so she could hear everything he said. She listened for a few minutes before her mouth opened in shock. She was so D. O. O. M. E. D!

Another way to show me that my life was entirely in his hands? "Stop," he whispered. I stood still, my chest heaving. The silence of the garden seemed to stretch, taut and expectant. "On the count of three," Silas said, his breath fanning across my cheek. "One. Two. Three." He snapped his hands away. The sudden influx of light made me squint, my eyes watering as they struggled to adjust. But as the blurry shapes began to sharpen, a deafening roar of voices shattered the morning quiet.

But when Lillia finally spoke, her voice was strong. “When fear spreads without a face, seek not the scream, but the silence that follows it.” Good, Fenris murmured under her breath. But now, we are done seeking. Now is the time to lay our bait in the quiet place, and watch the silence lead us to it. “Lay our bait in the quiet, and watch silence lead… Mm.” Lillia hummed. “I know just what to do.” The water cooled gradually, and with it, the tightening in her chest loosened. When she finally rose, wrapped in warmth and exhaustion, she felt… emptied.

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t