Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

The single word held a distance so vast it might have been a chasm. Silas crossed the distance between them, and for the first time since she'd dismantled his empire, he didn't try to dominate the space or control the conversation. He simply stood before her, stripped of armor, stripped of pretense, and felt the full weight of his own inadequacy. "I need to say something," Silas said, his voice rough. "And I need you to actually listen, not to respond, not to defend yourself, just to let me say it."

"My wife found the entry in Silas’s personal notes. It mentioned a reset. It mentioned Old Man River." Santino stopped in front of a massive, prehistoric-looking shortwave radio. He turned a dial, the screech of static filling the cramped space for a second before settling into a low, white-noise hum. He picked up a stained rag and began wiping down a lens on a monitor, his movements slow and deliberate.

The rest would be slog: the dealing, the bargaining, the slow reclaiming or the slow undoing. Silas watched the elders speak and the watchers shift. He did not argue. He listened as if listening could thread the room back to its center. For a heartbeat I felt something like awe turn to a raw pain when I realized he’d been part of that calculus for years, building a kingdom of silence and order that he balanced with exacting weight. Now that weight he’d rolled toward me as my mantle was fastened; it did not feel like a gift.

This is a document signed by Silas! My chest feels like it has been hit by a heavy object. Suddenly, I can't breathe properly, and my blood seems to freeze in my veins. The surroundings become surprisingly quiet, even the birds outside seem to disappear. All I can hear is my heart beating heavily as the dismay begins attacking my almost collapsing brain. Why! Why do I have to go through this again?! Why is Silas putting me through the same thing as Lopo?!

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

The only turn at the end was a small opening having a dead end. It was perfect to talk without being seen. Once again, they stood in perfect silence. He bit down on his lip with a little frown from his next realization. Why exactly did he want to talk to Theo? He had been so caught up with catching up to him with that he hadn't thought much about why he wanted to spea-- "Oh," his head went up to see Theo already staring at him, his shapeshifting face making him swallow back for the umpteenth time. Lletting out the first thing he could think of. "I'm sorry."

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi

It was unbelievable that people could really do such evil to a nine-year-old child. Tears started running down my cheeks without me realizing it. My ear suddenly caught the noise from the railing sirens which I knew belonged to police cars. In this part of Mino City sirens were music to our ears and death was the song to our lips. I stared at the flying moth which kept flying around and around the light bulb. My eyelids started feeling heavier and heavier until I finally lost light. ~ ~ ~ ~ The whole history lesson my eyes were focused on Sorrow who was seated on a desk located on the third row as I carefully sketched him on my sketch book. The tapping of his pen on his calculator was music

"Our men are bleeding, our front banks are running low on cash from funding this siege, but the Midwest is ours. It’s time to start counting our money again.” “I’m in the middle of something. Got distracted,” I brushed it off coldly, keeping my tone clipped. “Great job, Silas. Hold the line. I’ll be in Chicago in a few days. A week tops.” “Alright. Don’t take too long. The territory is ripe for the taking, but it needs the Devil’s seal,” Silas said before disconnecting the call. I lowered the phone, the sudden quiet of the room feeling heavier now. I found Aurelia staring at me, her large, expressive eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and caution.