Silent Shadows Novels & Stories

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.

His fingers interlaced with hers—not romantically, but tactically, ensuring she wouldn't drift. "Quiet now," he breathed. "We are above the ventilation shafts." They crept forward. The stone floor gave way to a metal grate. Light—harsh, clinical white light—poured up from below, slicing through the darkness of their hiding spot. The sound hit them first. It wasn't a scream. A scream implies hope that someone might hear. This was a low, jagged sobbing. A sound of absolute defeat. Tristan pulled Saoirse down to her knees beside the grate. He lay flat, peering through the metal slats. He gestured for her to look.

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

The impact knocked her to the ground on top of her brothers. She was having trouble catching her breath, but she could clearly see the assailant had tossed the gun and run away into the darkness. She felt herself being moved; she felt this numbness spreading throughout her body. She did not really feel any pain anymore. She could hear voices screaming and she strained to hear and understand them. She knew her brothers were yelling her name, and Jay had reached them and had his hands pressed against her chest. She just did not feel anything. Her last thought as she faded into blissful darkness was, she was happy her brothers were okay.

It was vast and luxurious, bathed in golden light from the expensive chandelier spilling across the velvet drapes. The guards set me down and left without another look, the room folding itself back into silence. Staring at the white ceiling, I lay there under the blanket, every breath a loud scream in the hush. Every passing second felt like a century, tormenting me with the fear of my approaching death.

Bathed in sweat, Alissa woke up from sleep. Immediately she sat upright in bed, her heart beat to her chest and she quickly switched on the light. Immediately she calmed down when she saw the familiar bedroom, and Hannah, too, continued to sleep peacefully. Alissa got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face. When she came back she checked her watch. It was now four thirty. She doubted she would go back to sleep. She didn't even want to go back to sleep for fear of being haunted by nightmares again. Actually, she hadn't had nightmares for a long time, but now that she had told Hannah a bit about her past, everything had come up again. She quickly put on jeans and a sweater and left the

I hesitated to continue, but the strong desire to see her asleep was stronger than reason. I approached the bed where she slept in the greatest silence. The moonlight was discreetly streaming through the half-open blinds. A pale ray of light caressed her soft face. She was perfect when she slept, more beautiful than the Queen of the Night. I wished I could caress her and smell her pleasant scent, but I didn’t want to frighten her. I just wanted to leave because something kept me there, next to her. When I got even closer, I noticed she was naked. The only thing keeping me from taking in her whole body with my eyes was a white silk sheet.

he hissed. My head whipped around. The alley filled with darkness like it was a liquid. "What the he-," I started. Anton grasped my arm and pulled. The familiar fear I felt earlier gripped my throat. I'd never seen the darkness actually move before. It was coming at me. The soft edges of it blurred out everything as it melted forward. The streetlight above us flickered and buzzed before it shorted out leaving us in complete darkness. "Shit," Anton spat. "Come on." He tugged at my arm.

--- The Forgotten Name That night, she dreamed again—but this dream was not her own. She stood on a field of endless night. The stars were gone. Even the moonlight could not reach this place. Something moved in the dark—massive, soundless, ancient. When it spoke, it was not a voice. It was an idea pressed directly into her thoughts. > You have opened what was meant to sleep. Kimberly turned, her body trembling. “Who are you?” > The First Silence, it said. The breath before the Heart. The darkness rippled like water disturbed by a single drop.