Silent Screams Book Novels & Stories

I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"

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“Give me your hand.” The next silence dragged on, and he got curious about what was going on behind him. His Head almost gave in to take a look back, but then the next sudden crushing sound made him flinch. Something had been crushed… And he was sure it wasn't a stick. Rachel’s choked up groan that soon disappeared as fast as it came made his skin cold. The first crushing sound soon became a repetition of five, then ten. After a while of listening to Rachel's quiet sniffle and a silent gasp that told him she wanted to scream but couldn't, Dylan's next words confirmed his suspicion.

I couldn’t talk but I could still step on a creaky board. Ronan led us down the hall, and held up a hand to tell us to stop at the foot of the stair. “I’ll scout ahead,” he whispered. He darted up the stairs, or I assumed he did. Once he started moving I couldn’t see anything but a shifting shadow against the dark. He didn’t make a sound as he moved. For all I could see or hear there was nothing on the stairs but a shadow. We waited. I barely dared to breathe. The vampire woman put a hand on my shoulder. I wasn’t sure whether she was offering comfort, or trying to keep me close.

It was completely dry, its thick leather cover pristine, its pages white and unblemished by blood or ink. ​But as Elara reached out a trembling hand to pick up the book, the headlights of the white sedan suddenly flickered and died, plunging the highway into a deep, absolute darkness. ​The quiet of the forest was broken not by the sound of crickets or rain, but by a slow, heavy, and terrifyingly familiar sound that echoed from the dashboard inside the dark car.

Chris I wake to silence. Not peace. Not stillness. The kind of silence that hums behind your teeth and makes your skin crawl, like something’s waiting to exhale. The fire’s dead. There’s no wind. The trees don’t creak. Even the bugs are quiet. I push up on one elbow and glance around camp. Scarlett and Erik are tangled together, barely covered by a blanket. Ilsa’s sleeping with her back to me, knife sheathed, but fingers twitching like she’s dreaming of blood.

"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?"

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Liora’s P.O.V. My world tilted sideways. “What?” The words struck me like a dagger. My mind went blank completely, unable to process the lethal blow that was hurled on me. I opened my mouth, struggling to speak, but all that came out was a strangled whisper. “No… that’s… impossible!” The hall had gone deathly silent. All eyes turned towards us, but I barely noticed anyone except Scarlett. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she pressed her hand over her belly.

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.