Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

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

"Someone that is none of your concern. A close associate of ours." "Shut up," Goliath growled, making me shrink back on my seat. That was the first time I've ever heard the man speak and I hoped that it was the last. I thought Silas had the scariest voice but Goliath was on another level. His voice was deep and coarse, like he had gravel wedged in his throat. I stared at him as he sipped on his tea. He seemed to really like tea.

I blinked, shaking my head clear. "Excuse me..." Silence. As I instinctively reached out to shake her awake, she sits up abruptly instead, the cap still on her head; a waterfall of raven black curls falling along her back. Closing the book, she got off the desk and moved to the window. Silence. Wh-What was that? "Good morning, I wasn't expecting there to be anyone here at this hour..." Silence, "I guess you're one of my students. I'm..." "I know who you are Fairchild Sensei." Her soft yet hoarse voice seemed to echo in the quiet room. The slight unrecognizable accent played with my ears ever so slightly and I was rendered speechless... Is that all?

He had removed the digital silk. Now, there were no influencers. There were no fans. There were no legends. There was only the predator, the prey, and the silence of the canyon. "Chapter seven is complete," Silas said to the moon. "The noise is gone. Now, we talk face to face." He vanished into the brush, moving toward the main house. The signal was broken, but the message was just beginning to be delivered.

he gestured at me. “My charming personality?” “Your profound, defensive negativity. It’s a powerful grounding force. It might help anchor us against… whatever pull the breach exerts.” It was the worst compliment I’d ever received. And they were serious. The manic energy of preparation, different from the claw-hunt but just as grim, descended again. The only one who seemed genuinely enthusiastic was Silas. “The acoustics of the end of the world!” he whispered, feverishly cleaning his recorder. “What does the rip in everything sound like?”

"Look at me, Sadie. Now." I couldn't help but obey, meeting his intense gaze with my own. His eye gleamed with a piercing blue, demanding my full attention. As I stared into his eyes, I felt a strange calmness wash over me, my breathing slowing and my sobs subsiding. I was still crying, but it was more like an automatic response at this point. "Good," Silvio's voice remained stern. "Now, you're going to ride me—and you're going to push all that stuff out of your head. Do you understand me?"

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

"Run back to the ash! If they catch you, they’ll turn you into the 'New Engine'! You’ll be the one who powers the servers for the next eternity!" Silas lunged for me, but a golden bar slammed into his chest, throwing him back into the grey void. "SILAS!" I screamed. I turned to run, but the floor was gone. I was falling through a sea of contracts, numbers, and blood. And then, the voice of the Chief Adjuster—a voice that sounded like a million coins hitting the floor—echoed in my mind. "**SUBMIT TO THE AUDIT, SUBJECT 01. YOUR EXISTENCE IS NO LONGER COST-EFFECTIVE.**"

"You are here. You are safe. The fire is gone. It’s just you and me in the Obsidian Room." For a long, agonizing minute, they stayed like that—the Architect and the Auditor, clinging to each other in a pillar of white light surrounded by an infinite black. Slowly, the tremors in Silas’s hands began to subside. His breathing evened out. The "Silas" mask began to stitch itself back together, piece by jagged piecee. He pulled his hands away, his expression turning instantly to one of profound shame and fury. "Leave," he said, his voice a cold, dead weight.