Novel & Cerita Silent Wars Manhwa

"We both know the council your father is getting. His generals would think this the best time to show strength. They would be greatly fooling themselves. All their weapons, they would painfully realize are useless. Nothing of theirs can be used against these five, talkless about one. I wonder why anyone would think to create these beings." From what Anna had read about them from her family's old book, these five whispers were created to protect the secrets of the sea. They were the very build of silence, made to be offensive by the sight of blood, death, and oddly enough, dirt. They couldn't stand dirty places, and hardly would they draw near to it. And the house of silence, nothing ever wen

"Every sacrifice I made was freely given. Not to you — to the wards. To the world. You fed on nothing. You were just close enough to feel the warmth." The dark form recoiled slightly, its empty eyes flickering. "Lies. I am the Silence. I am the end of all things. I have consumed stars and worlds and gods. You are nothing but a wolf with a borrowed light." "This light isn't borrowed." Lira stepped closer to the cage, her own warmth pushing back against the cold. "It's mine. Born from loss and love and the stubborn refusal to give up. You can't consume it because you can't understand it. You've never loved anything. You've never hoped for anything. You're just emptiness pretending to be powerf

📖 ⸻ Unlike every other book… It had no title. ⸻ No author. ⸻ No pages visible. ⸻ Only a black cover. ⸻ The moment Ilyaan saw it… Pain exploded through his mind. ⚡💥⚡ ⸻ Memories flooded his soul. ⸻ The Silent Sea. ⸻ The First War. ⸻ Auren. ⸻ The Second Dreamer. ⸻ And someone else. ⸻ Someone completely forgotten. ⸻

​The guest wing was no longer a sanctuary of silence; it was a kill zone, a narrow marble corridor transformed into a theater of visceral retribution. The air was thick and heavy, saturated with the acrid, metallic tang of spent gunpowder and the sharp ozone of the flickering red alarm lights that pulsed like a dying sun. Silas had vanished into the shadows of the corridor with the cowardice of a man who only knows how to lead from behind a wall of human shields, leaving his high-priced mercenaries to do the bleeding and the dying for him. But those men didn't realize they weren't just fighting a vengeful girl and a confused amnesiac—they were fighting the Beast and the Huntress, two souls f

The world prepared itself for another ordinary day. Eluan walked through it quietly, carrying the weight of a night that had stolen her voice— and left her with silence she would learn to survive inside.

17 VIKTOR The silence between us was thick with something unspoken. Sabrina sat across from me, her eyes avoiding mine, her fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt. She hadn’t spoken much since the mission, and that was fine. I didn’t need her words, not yet. She was mine, even when she wasn’t fully aware of it. I leaned back in my chair, watching her. The weight of the world seemed to press on her delicate frame. She was unraveling, slowly but surely. Good. That was exactly how I wanted her.

Lord Theo chided the other vampire, “we want them to speak, remember?” I swallowed heavily. We were going to be interrogated. I remembered the things Ronan and the other scouts had told me. I remembered how badly injured Kieran had been when I first met him. Could I possibly hold out against that kind of treatment? I had once fainted at five strikes of a lash! “She can’t,” Marcus said, nodding towards me. “The girl is mute. Questioning her is useless.” “Do you honestly expect me to believe you trained a mute girl as a scout?” Lord Theo scoffed.

Each story throbbed with distance, with other people’s victories. Promise drew water in silence, balancing the bucket against her hip. As she walked back, children followed, chanting, “Model! Model!” Not with cruelty this time, but with delight. She smiled faintly, though her chest tightened. Inside their room, she lit the small torch and opened her notebook. She wrote: Silence can crush. Silence can protect. Silence can also wait. I must learn which silence to carry. Night stretched long. Promise lay on the mattress, listening to Daniel breathe steadily. The storm’s echoes still lingered in the ceiling’s creaks. She closed her eyes, and memory blurred into dream.

"I know I joined it but I can't remember what kind of game. All I remember is I came here and I said I was going to volunteer. But can you explain the game?" "A game where while you're asleep, your mind travels to the other world and there are things happening to you that are associated with reality. But the truth is it's just like a long dream, you'll meet other people but when you wake up you will forget everything that happened to you. " Explanation of this. "What is the title of that game?" "The game is called Silence ... or K.I.S.S" I frowned.

I whispered, my voice sounding like the crackle of a dry forest. He pulled the reins immediately, sensing the urgency in my tone. We were in the valley of the exiles, the scorched remains of the huts now being washed over by the meltwater. Kael and the surviving warriors halted behind us, their eyes darting to the ridges where the obsidian hand had emerged from the portal. "What is it? Is it the Silence?" Eryx asked, his hand moving to the hilt of his broadsword. "It's the baby," I gasped, clutching my stomach.