Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 – Hyacinth The moment Silas walked away, the tension he left in his wake felt like a storm hovering just above the horizon, ready to unleash chaos at any moment. I sat there, frozen on the stone bench, the sunlight now a warm contrast to the icy chill he'd left behind. His words echoed in my mind: "You’re not ready for my truths." The arrogance. The nerve.

But there was a catch: someone had to stay behind to operate the manual override. The suspense of the chapter is the "Weight of the Sacrifice." Silas, looking at the city he had helped build and the people he had protected, stepped toward the console. "I'm an old soldier of a dead world," Silas said, his voice unusually quiet. "I don't belong in the stars, Audrey. I belong with the iron." "Silas, no," Audrey whispered, her heart breaking. "Someone has to hold the door open while the kids run out," Silas grunted, his armored hand resting on the Master Link. "Tell the North... tell them I died in the tallest mountain of all."

One: I talked to two dogs like how I talk to humans and sent them on a very dangerous mission on disrupting their master's work. Two: I am chaotic. There is something wrong with me! ~~ It had been over half an hour and still no sign of my little henchmen. I was lounging by the pool, soaking up the warm sun. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. Until it started burning slightly - maybe I’d been out here too long. I headed back inside, and that’s when I felt it. That strange, spine-prickling sensation. The house was too quiet. Not peaceful, eerie. The kind of quiet you know has something chaotic about it. I shook it off and headed for a shower. Mid-rinse, the power went out.

“I’m listening.” He ran a hand through his hair, growling low. “And what if listening gets more of our people killed?” She looked down at the child before her a young scout, barely shifted twice, now sweating through fevered dreams. “Then we listen faster.” They found Silas in the oldest part of the forest—where the stones no longer held names and the trees leaned too close together. He was kneeling, bare-chested, beneath a dying tree. The roots wrapped around him like arms, and the mark on his back bled light into the dirt.

Silvia pressed on the microphone button and said in a weak voice, "Hm, it's nothing actually. I just feel kind of suffocated that I can't fall asleep. I need someone to talk to to kill the boredom." Audrey replied, "Well, you can't kill boredom through a conversation. I suggest you get some booze for yourself. You'll forget about everything once you're drunk." Silvia said, "Do you think that I don't want to drink? I can't even step out of the door, how am I supposed to drink? Audrey asked, "You don't have any alcohol in your house?" Upon hearing what Audrey said, Silvia suddenly laughed, "I love you, Audrey!"

“The Harvesters? You talk about them like they are inevitable.” ​“Because they are,” Silas snapped, his voice crackling with a sudden, desperate energy. “They are the entropy of the universe, Winnie. They don’t hate us. They don’t even know we exist. We are just a vibration that has grown too loud, a signal that needs to be silenced to restore the equilibrium of the void. My engine was supposed to be the silence. It was supposed to be the mute button for the world.”

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

There was no emerald gown to act as armor tonight, and no witty, razor-sharp dialogue designed to keep a client at bay. She slid directly into Jillian’s space, her bare knees brushing against Jillian’s thighs. She reached up, her palms entirely flat and warm as they pressed against the bare skin of Jillian’s chest. Beneath her fingers, Jillian's heart beat with a slow, heavy, and completely honest rhythm. "You're overanalyzing the silence again," Clara whispered, her voice a low, melodic murmur that barely carried in the quiet room.

"You went quiet. Are you having doubts? I get it. You love Mr. Preston so much—" Shiloh cut him off. "I don't regret it. I never will. I stopped loving him a long time ago." The words had barely left her mouth when the door swung open. Manuel stood there, his cold stare dark and furious. "Stopped loving me?" he said. "Shiloh, say that again."

The great hall erupted into chaos once again. "The Alpha says he can't remember?" "Isn't that as good as a confession? He can't even form a defense!" "But he is universally known as the father who loved Echo more than life itself..." The cacophony crashed over him like a tidal wave, yet Silas seemed entirely deaf to it. He knelt on the floor, pressing his hands fiercely against his temples. The veins on his forehead bulged, as if he were trying to physically rip that blank void out of his skull.