Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

the Silas-Sentry boomed. The sound was like a mountain groaning. The towering white giant before me raised his blade of sterile light. This wasn't the Silas who had whispered poetry to me in the dark of the Kernel. This was a ten-story monument to corporate order, his body a polished, featureless marble that reflected the chaos of the city with a cold, mocking clarity.

"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.

Only because he got in her head. ‘Who are you trying to convince?’ Silas’s voice whispered and she glanced around in embarrassment, wondering how he could hear her thoughts. ‘You’re shouting them into mine and Zion’s heads. If you want to think about that, seal the three of us out using that method you came up with.’

I waited until you chose to leave on your own. His voice was calm. "Now, you have. "So, I came to take you away." Outside the window, the lights of Palemore grew further and further away. I did not cry. I just watched the city fade away in the rearview mirror. Quietly, in my heart, I said, ‘Goodbye, Sicelia.’ Goodbye to everyone who never loved me.

On the second morning, he met Silas Draven. Emeric's head of security was built like someone who had been constructed for a specific purpose and had never deviated from it. Broad shoulders, close-cropped hair, and eyes that moved across a room the way searchlights move across a prison yard. He intercepted Tobin in the hallway outside the guest wing with a smile that contained approximately the same amount of warmth as a surgical blade. "You're the collateral," Silas said, and the word landed like a label being pressed onto a jar.