Sound Of Silence From Trolls Novels & Stories

My heart hammered so wildly that I was afraid whoever was outside would hear it. The vicious, feral snarls, followed by a heavy thud against the tree, made me jump. Someone had slammed into it with enough force to shake the floorboards. Judging from the violent growls outside, it was clear that the security staff was attacked. I could differentiate between lycans and wolves growling easily. Trembling beneath the bed, I heard the snarls tearing through the forest for what felt like a century, praying for the success of Cassian’s warriors. But the silence prevailed in the surroundings all of a sudden, so sharp that it sliced my breath in half.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

Not a single sound. The screams do not fade or grow distant. They've simply stopped. Every last one of them. For some reason, the silence that follows feels infinitely worse.

Possessiveness surged through my veins as he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear, making her giggle. My jaw ticked in anger as I slunk a little closer, when some idiot decided to block my vision while dry humping the girl in front of him. Growling, I forcefully shoved him out of my way, making him trip over someone's foot and face plant into the ground. He yelled at me from behind but I ignored him by continuing to walk by. The blasting music muted the sound of my footsteps against the grass. The song Victorious by Panic! At the Disco played on the speakers at high volume with the bass turned all the way up. It was so loud, that I guaranteed someone on the other side of the cou

The Silent Continuum began its assault—not with weapons, but with absence. They sent waves of anti-sound through the void, erasing rhythm itself. Where their shadows passed, stars dimmed. Moons stilled. Hearts forgot how to beat. The pulse faltered. The song trembled. And far away, in the dark between worlds, something vast and ancient—older even than the Blood Moon—began to open its eyes. The final silence had awakened. ---

The next few times afterward pretty much did not affect him. The silence was the most terrifying part and the most painful part more painful as he'd wished for it to happen instead of enduring the silence. And here when he lost it. he hears their moans, screams, and cries. that was begging him to stop. Their screams tore through him like a great shard of glass. His eyes widened and his pulse quicken and his heart pounded no stop. The screams came again, desperate, terrified.

The entire mountain shudders beneath us, a low, grinding, tearing groan, as if the world is ripping in half. A cloud of roiling, choking black dust billows from the tunnel mouth, a giant, ghostly hand reaching for the sky. It blots out the moon, blots out the stars. And then there’s nothing but silence. A profound, terrible, ringing silence. Deeper and colder than the one that came before. The wind has died. The world is holding its breath. It’s done. Tarek makes a low, choking, vomiting sound. One of the other warriors is openly sobbing. Marcus just closes his eyes, his face a mask of grim, stone-cold duty.

“This is not collapse.” “No,” Evelyn replied. “Collapse happens when truth is avoided too long. This is recalibration.” At the townhouse, they sat on the balcony once more, the city stretching endlessly before them. Lights flickered on and off in distant buildings. Lives continuing, unchanged and yet subtly altered by what had shifted beneath the surface. “The silence is gone,” Alexander said. “Yes,” Evelyn agreed. “And what comes after silence is choice.” She leaned into him, feeling the quiet strength of his presence.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.