Silent Screams Book Novels & Stories

And the silence in his head was gone. The buzzing was back. But this time... it wasn't just static. It was a voice. Finally, the Void whispered in his mind. I missed you. End of Chapter 34

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER. I open my mouth, but no words come out. An invisible hand pulls where my chest should be. I close my mouth, blink, and try again. “Did we… um—” He doesn’t let me finish. “No, we didn’t do anything,” his smile turns almost bashful. He moves his face closer to mine, like he’s about to say something, and I take a breath, moving back instinctively.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

she replied and the witches were awed at the sight of the book which stood proudly the same as before. Ena leaned closer, her ear near the book, and grinned softly before asking them to do the same. "You hear that?" she asked as each put their ear to the book. Anna's heart was beating fast as she put the book to her ear. She could hear them, the whispers of agonizing screams. She felt heat exiting from the pages and could feet the torture. She heard pleas and people begging. A quiet wind that still seemed to be raging. Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches.

⭐ FINAL SHOCKING CHAPTER OF BOOK ONE Chapter 24 The hidden realm was never truly silent. Even when Sarai sat perfectly still — breathing slow, palms flat against the cold black stone of Aunt Dee’s training chamber — the walls hummed with a pulse older than the Underworld itself. A pulse she now carried inside her. Tonight, the hum changed. It sharpened. Tightened. Trembled like a warning bell only her blood could hear. Aunt Dee noticed it too.

The Voices They Left Behind Darkness settled over the chamber with such complete certainty that Serena could no longer distinguish the towering bookshelves surrounding her from the stone walls beyond them, and for one suspended heartbeat she became acutely aware of every small sound inside the mountain—the quiet breathing of the people standing beside her, the faint rush of underground water flowing somewhere beneath the floor, the gentle creak of ancient timber adjusting to movements that had not disturbed it for decades—until the soft laughter of an elderly woman drifted through the darkness once again, warm enough to erase every trace of fear before it had the opportunity to take root.

Protective. He could’ve sworn he heard her voice again, inside his head. A whisper, soft, warm, impossibly familiar. Impossible. …but wasn’t it? Later That Night Sierra sat by the window in her dorm room, knees drawn up to her chest, shadows pooling across the walls like liquid smoke. Outside, the quad was empty. No crows. No Elara, no Gloria, no Patricia. Just silence. Even the wind seemed hesitant, like it was afraid to stir the darkened corners of the academy.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

Soren didn’t answer, but his silence spoke volumes. The ground beneath them grew uneven, roots twisting up like fingers grasping for something lost. A low mist curled around their feet, and the further they walked, the quieter the world became—no birds, no rustling leaves. Only the sound of their footsteps... and something else. A whisper. Faint, just at the edge of hearing. Eve froze. "Did you hear that?" Damien’s eyes darkened. "We’re not alone." ________________________________________ The whispers grew louder, surrounding them, slipping through the air like tendrils of smoke. The mist thickened, curling around their ankles, creeping higher with each passing moment.

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...