The Silence Part 2 Novels & Stories

I didn’t smoke alright but I was used to staying in places with smoke. Blood on the sheets and screams was the first thing that appeared on the screen. Not long, four enormous men who seemed to be in their early twenties appeared on the frame. The large holes on their pinna and colored hair made it easy for me to see that they were from the Centaury street. What was more disturbing was the fact that they were naked. My eyes immediately caught sight of the familiar face right at the center of them caught as I violently pushed the chair I was sitting on back while I panicked switching the computer off. Causing the high pitch scream in the video to shoot out.

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’.

Her appetite had returned, too, unless Albert was sitting at the table with her, then she was pushing her food around on the plate with a fork and just wanted the meal to end. One evening, about three months after the attack, Alissa was recovered to the point where she sat at her desk happily humming along to the music on the radio. She edited photos on her laptop because she loved taking pictures for her life. After a few hours of concentrated work, she went to sleep. She fell asleep pretty quickly and dreamed of becoming a great photographer one day. But suddenly she woke up, something caressed her leg. She knocked it away angrily and wanted to get up and turn on the light to see what it w

He tried to block the growing murmurs in the room but to his disappointment, the kids in his pack were just very noisy. Like always, Skylar ate without bothering a chat with anyone. He deemed it too troublesome. After his meal, he headed back to his room. On his way, he couldn't help but be curious of the conversation he overheard from one of the rooms. He passed through the hallway leading to the living quarters of the White Wolf pack. It was located on a separate wing of the pack house. A long hallway led to it towards the back "Thanks for the food. It's very nice of you to help me with his leg and bring me dinner at the same time. But I really should get back to the omegas' quarters."

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.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Seraphina’s POV There are two kinds of silence. The first is heavy. It sinks in your chest like cold water, dragging you down with it, filling your lungs until all you can do is drown quietly. That was the silence I woke to. The one that came with Linnea’s absence. The second kind is sharp. Like a blade sliding across glass—controlled, deliberate, and waiting for a reason to cut. That was the silence that followed me as I walked through the Moonbane corridors toward the west wing.

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?”

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.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"