The End Of Silence Novels & Stories

Some things don’t end with fire. Some endings arrive with silence. The kind that coats your skin like frost. That makes your breath hitch in your throat even when nothing is choking you. The kind of silence that says someone is watching. That was the silence inside the evac pod as we descended from HALCYON. Wren curled against my side, her eyes open but unseeing, her mind still echoing with frequencies not meant for flesh. I held her tighter than I should have, as if squeezing hard enough could keep her soul tethered to this world.

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

Soon, his high-pitched screams began to reduce, his movements slowed, and his hands dropped by his side as he took his last breath. "Bastard didn't even last a minute," Silence mumbled, removing another cigarette to smoke, turning to leave the place. Recalling something, he took a deep breath. "Where the fuck is he?" he snapped at one of his men who stood nearby. "He?" the man questioned, his voice slightly panicking. "You know who I'm talking about!" Silence snapped. "Where the fuck is Rafael?!" ********* With the loud music buzzing outside, Rafael slammed his lips against a red haired girl, shoving his tongue into her mouth and ravishing her lips like his live depended on it.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

Silence returns. But it is no longer suffocating. It is shelter.

Not like they could hear me. I turned to drift away, hoping to catch a breath, but suddenly I heard a loud collision. Crash! A glass shattered against the floor, shards scattering in every direction. William shot up from his seat. His expression was ice-cold. "All of you, shut the hell up!"

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

The mist pulled back an inch. Aria pushed harder. She sang of the valley. Of the fire in the square. Of kids laughing without fear. The pillar cracked again. A line of blue light split through the black stone. The Moonstone in Aria’s chest flared to life. *You cannot hold me,* the Silence said. *I am the end of all things.* Aria stood. “You’re not the end,” she said. “We are.” She drove her hand into the crack. The mark on her palm was gone, but the Moonstone remembered.

The mechanical zip-zip-zip of the plastic teeth catching was the only sound in the room, a sharp, clinical punctuation to the end of their curated lives. "Sophie, Sienna, Stacy," Silas said, his voice dropping into the deep, final silence of the canyon. "The signal is dead. The show is canceled. Now, we find out what’s left of you when there’s no one left to watch." He moved forward, and the shadows of the library swallowed the last of the plastic dynasty, leaving only the sound of the wind through the broken glass to tell the story.

Wren sat frozen beside us, the ledger clutched so tight against her chest that her knuckles had gone white even in the dim light filtering weakly through the cracks of the hidden latch above. Then, gradually, the sounds of fighting began to thin. Fewer voices. Fewer clashes of steel. And finally, a silence that felt different from the terrified stillness we'd been holding — a silence that felt, somehow, like the end of something rather than the terrible pause before more violence. Footsteps approached the latch above us, slow and heavy, and I braced myself, ready to press myself over Lena's small body one final time if it came to that. The latch lifted.