Silent Screams Book Novels & Stories

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...

The silence in the apartment was absolute. It was the kind of silence that comes after an explosion, when the ringing in your ears is the only sound left. Lorenzo stood at the window, a stark silhouette against the city lights, his shoulders rigid. The bond between us felt like a frayed wire, sputtering with the raw, jagged energy of his rage and betrayal.

I clung to that thought like an anchor. The only thing keeping me grounded. But the silence didn’t last. The whispers returned. First faint, like wind brushing against my ear, then louder. Clawing, biting. A thousand voices all speaking at once. They swarmed me, pressing in until I couldn’t breathe. “Stop—” I screamed, but the shadows were already moving. They surged up from the blackness, wrapping around my arms, my legs. Cold tendrils that burned at the same time. They dragged me down, pinning me.

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

##Chapter 044 ##The Weight of Blood The Hollow Den was silent after the howls faded into the distance. Too silent. The kind of silence that pressed against my skull until my own heartbeat sounded like a war drum. I hadn’t slept. Not truly. Every time I closed my eyes, the darkness coiled around me like a living thing, dredging up half-formed dreams that left my skin damp and my nerves stretched taut.

He just sighed and shook his head at Mom. … Mom hadn't slept in two days. She had done everything on her own. My body was placed in a wooden crate and buried beneath the largest tree in the forest. Mom sat against the tree trunk, staring dazedly at the patch of earth where I had been buried. She only went home when it got dark. Her eyes were swollen from crying as she lay on the bed. She lay there without moving an inch, like my body that had been sealed inside that wooden crate. I hovered beside her and tried to pat her back, the way she had always put me to sleep. However, my hand went right through her body.

The lights went off. Darkness crashed over me. Total. Absolute. Blinding. My heart slammed against my ribs. The book slipped from my fingers. Hit the floor. I couldn't see. "Rowan?" My voice disappeared into the black. Swallowed whole. Silence answered. "Ruth?" Nothing. The cold seeped deeper. Crawling across my skin. Into my bones. My fingers scrambled for my phone. Dead. Footsteps grated softly. Near. My wolf howled. Run.

Thorne asked, looking up from his files. Silas never broke eye contact with me. A slow, terrifying, psychopathic smile spread across his face as he felt the silver burning through his muscles, his blood soaking the carpet floor. "Not at all, Dad," Silas whispered, his voice raspy as he leaned closer to me, his golden eyes burning into my soul while he bled out in silence. "Everything is just fucking perfect."

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One