The Silent Blade Novels & Stories

When she was close enough to touch, she swung at me. I stepped back just in time. Emily's hand cut through empty air, and she stumbled, nearly falling. I watched, my face an emotionless mask, as she struggled to regain her balance. She looked up at me, disbelief etched on her face. "You...you wouldn't catch me?" Her logic was a puzzle I could not solve on the spot. "You tried to slap me, I dodged, and so, you were the one who ended up falling. "And now you're blaming me for not catching you?

I bark. Silas is a blur of frayed iron and sparking steel. He slams into a support beam, using the momentum to swing upward, his heavy blade grinding through the lead drone’s ceramic casing with a screech that vibrates through my teeth. The machine sputters, trailing black pixels as it hits the floor.

The weapon didn't glow, but it hummed at a hyper-sonic frequency, vibrating millions of times per second. The Silencer drove the monomolecular blade directly down through the roof of the armored transport. The high-frequency steel parted the composite-weave Blackwatch armor like a hot knife through butter. Inside the APC, an Ironhead ganger looked up just in time to see the vibrating tip of the blade slide effortlessly through the ceiling. "They're cutting through the hull!" he screamed. Total chaos erupted. The militia began firing blindly out of the APC's firing ports, the bright yellow muzzle flashes illuminating the horrific scene in strobe-light bursts.

The Silence had been trained to kill without command. Bastian caught the first blade on his forearm. The silver edge bit deep, and blood sheeted down his wrist, but he didn't stop moving. His fist connected with a guard's jaw, and bone cracked. "Caelum, get back," he snarled, and the first bond screamed with his pain.

The world seems to slow down, the mist freezing in mid-air, the seconds stretching until they are translucent. Glenn’s blade dips, his chest expanding as he prepares to bark the order to kill. My heart is a frantic, trapped thing, beating against the cage of my ribs, waiting for the sound that will either be our end or the beginning of a war that will swallow us both. The silence breaks, not with a roar, but with the terrifying, whispered sound of twelve blades being drawn at once, and for that one, singular moment, time stops entirely, poised on the razor-sharp edge of a blade.

he said, dragging his finger across the blade while looking down at it. "But I didn't," I thought to myself, wishing I could just tell him that. "Give me one good reason why I should not slit your throat right now," he said, pressing the cool blade against my neck. The icy object created a shock to ripple through my body, and I released a groan, flinching away from the dagger. He must've enjoyed my reaction, because he swiped the sharpest part of the weapon across my stomach, puncturing my skin through the ripped fabric of my shirt. I cried out in pain as I felt the burn from the silver.

Nathaniel whispers beside me, "No! People saw these two stabbed and shot," I say pointing at the Edwin sisters, "It was all the Silent Man's doing. You know he can do anything," he whispers again beside me. I can't believe this. I can't believe my eyes, my ears. I can't believe any part of my body at this moment. "Let's not waste our time. We have a new member here. Would you like to tell us about you?" Theo looks at me smiling, "Are we in school or something," I mumble under my breath standing up,

Baba said, the thing that caught my attention was weren't they so awfully in love with each other then how come they're divorced and by the way where is kashan ever since I came back I haven't seen him or even heared of him. "OK but then what's with the attitude why can't she just talk for once huh?" I asked fed up with the silent behavior of hers who does she think she is. "Beta we don't know her parents said its been like that ever since she came back. They haven't shared much information about what happened but they said she lost her voice after an accident that's all we now." Baba answered. Wow the chatter box is permanently silent

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!"

you unmade me. "The blade demands blood," a voice whispered beneath the agony—Cael’s voice. Guiding. Twisting. Smiling". My senses collapsed—numb, deadened—swallowed by the silence of submission. Yet again, I was not Henry. Not anymore. Just the Blade. Just ruin it in a man’s shape. It laughed through me—mad, broken, triumphant—as I watched from behind a prison of bone and blood, begging to be free, even as the monster and still, I raised my hands—because the Blade still wasn’t done. It wanted more destruction, more chaos, more blood.