Silent Shadows Novels & Stories

Michelle burst out in anger, “Why do you keep hiding him?” Lauren wasn’t in the least frightened. Now she knew both mother and daughter was up to no good but she wasn’t definitely going to fall for their trick, “Are you regretting not marrying him now? Sorry, but it’s too late.” She was expecting a next rundown from Michelle but it didn’t come. Grace was unusually silent too. She turned to the duo but their focus was no longer on her. Their focus was on the window and they were standing with open mouths like people who had just seen a ghost. Quickly, Lauren turned but froze immediately.

Wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves in a way that felt almost sinister. And underneath the sound of the wind, she could hear footsteps. Disjointed and uneven, those footsteps kept following behind her. She glanced around, and it was darkness everywhere. The shadows stretched long across the ground, as if something were lurking. Nissa felt a chill crawl up her spine. She quickened her pace. But just as she turned a corner, a gang of thugs closed in on her from behind. She froze, heart pounding, and stumbled backward a few steps. The leader, a man with dyed blond hair, rubbed his hands together with a greasy grin. "Hey, pretty girl. How about keeping us company tonight?"

Luckily, I was able to make it out the exit. “Siren!” yelled Ten walking toward me. My legs were already failing me as I dragged my body on the tar road. “I will kill you!” I yelled while I ran my hands around me for any weapon. “I’m sure you will sweetheart” he said as the whole world turned black. ~ ~ ~ The loud yells were what woke me. I slowly ran my eyes around the dark foreign room I was in. Clothes were all around the floor, unidentified metals were lying on the floor, shoes were lying around from drawers to the floor and walls were cracked with few drawings.

"The Silent are not a disease. They are a memory. They are the 'Base-Line' of what we were. If you isolate them, you kill the diversity of the species." "Diversity is not found in the Dark, Avery," Kael’s response arrived, carried by the vibration of the obsidian-bark around her. "The Vaults are reservoirs of the 'Old Static.' You hold onto the 'I' as if it is a treasure, but in the 'I,' there is only the capacity for the Ledger. We see the shadows of the Thorne-era growing in the Silence. We see the 'Hoarding-Drive' beginning to flicker in their neurotransmitters."

The moment the room fell back into a quiet, shadowed dark, the invisible wire in my chest gave another sharp, violent jerk. Across the Blackwater Sea, hidden deep within the unnatural fog of the archipelago, the identical frequency was pulsing in the dark. It was days away, delayed by the tides and the cold, but the connection was tightening. As Silas's breathing leveled out into the heavy rise and fall of sleep, I lay wide awake in the dark, my eyes locked on the western window, waiting for a storm that had already claimed half my soul.

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.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Darkness swallowed everything. Not ordinary darkness—. Not the absence of light—. Yet a complete cessation of being. Sound vanished. Weight disappeared. The agony inside Amina's arm disappeared entirely. There was no room, duplicates, Adrian, or system for a single second. Only silence. Then—. A heartbeat. Not hers. Older. Slower. Deeper. The noise reverberated through the air like the pulse of something concealed within the surface. Amina opened her eyes.

It was so nostalgic that she wondered who even dared to intimidate her. It was so dark that not a speck of light was present in the room, but Yuna felt it, an unnatural soft wind touched her bare skin. Whoever it may came from; it was surely near her, hovering around. Even if she closed her eyes, it equated the same darkness, so she trusted her senses and instinct instead. Then an eerie sharp whisper decided to break the silence as it says, "Barren are the minds of those who claim they know, Blind are the eyes of those who believe just by sight,

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.