Silent Screams Book Novels & Stories

He pulled me closer and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Don't make me bite you.” I warned playfully. “You say that like it's a threat.” He said, voice filled with amusement. I rolled my eyes, a smile on my face. We curled around each other. ____________________________________ The silence was so loud. It was heavy and suffocating. A stillness that pressed hard against me. Then the screams came piercing the silence. Loud voices rose all at once. Screams, howls of pain, desperate sobs echoed through the forest. I stood barefoot in the forest, The moon was bloody red.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

"Grace isn't waiting anymore. The patrol said she was taken by rogue wolves. In the forest." Philip crumpled to the floor, guilt crushing him. "I left her there… I left her alone in that forest… I killed her…" Then, a knock came from the door. Philip's eyes lit up. He pushed his mother aside and ran to open it. "She's back! It has to be Grace!" When he opened the door, however, it was just a mailman. "Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it."

Inside it was a display glass holding a book. A wave of whispers drifted through the room as if everyone in the room were talking at once. Frowning, I looked around frantically. The room’s attention was partially transfixed on me and the book. But no one was saying a word. In fact, there was a pin drop silence in the room with even hearts not daring to beat loud. ‘I don’t feel good, Kian. Stop these voices! They are making me sick! They hurt!’ Zarek howled in my head, and I cursed under my breath, pressing my throbbing temples.

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!

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Melinda’s POV There’s a particular silence that comes after the storm. Not the silence of absence, like loss. Not the silence of fear, where every footstep might be danger. But the kind of quiet where your breath slows. Where your bones realize they can rest. Where your heart doesn’t need to brace anymore. I didn’t know that kind of silence until now. The book was out. The press had done its dance. River had spoken, the grave had been named, and Rachel had finally, finally been seen.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

I'll be back. I know. You better be. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she didn't understand. Opened it. Read the first page. The words still blurred. She kept reading.