The Silent Man Book Novels & Stories

​I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the red light of the tablet. ​"Welcome to the New Order, Silas," I whispered to the empty room. "I hope you brought more than a recorder. Because in this house, I’m the one who controls the silence." ​The night stretched out before me, long and jagged. I didn't go to bed. I didn't close my eyes. I sat in the dining room, a silent sentinel in a silk suit, watching the grey man’s digital shadow move across my screens.

Then came the reach - quiet, deliberate - not a sound but breath held too long. A sudden click broke the silence. Open swung the side service door. A shadow slid through the door - face hidden, fingers covered, every motion edged like a blade. In the right palm, steel caught what little light there was: cold, thin, cruel at its tip. Frozen in place, silence took hold before sound could escape. A heavy book was close by - one of those old leather ones about land records - so I threw it hard toward the figure. The impact hit right in the middle of their body, just enough to slow them down for a breath or two.

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

And the book shivered. The ink on the page rippled. A blank space burned faint red for a second, like it wanted to speak. "Raymond..." The whisper came not from the book, but from the room. From the walls. From the house itself. I slammed the book shut. The silence came back, but not clean. Not safe. The manor had heard me. The realm had felt it. They knew. And that meant time was up. I stood there breathing hard, staring at the book like it might bite.

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

I sighed heavily, pacing the length of the meat dungeon in an effort to dislodge the chill that had lodged at the seat of my spine. The other gray-eyed man,the one with hair the color of dust was the only one in the group who had remained silent, content to sulk in the shadows as we watched the first man rip the film of duct tape from the first prisoner’s mouth. The blood-soaked man issued a low moan, letting his matted copper-strewn head fall back until the bulge of veins in his neck was visible.

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

I woke to silence. The deep, muffled silence of snow. The storm had passed. Gray-white light filtered through the window, illuminating the room. I was warm. Deliciously, perfectly warm. Lorenzo’s arm was still a heavy, solid weight around my waist, his chest a wall of heat against my back. His breathing was slow and even against my neck.

He sounded genuinely curious, and even as I flinched at something shattering beside me, he didn’t flinch, his eyes were still fixed on me, waiting for my answer. Before I knew it, I swallowed hard and found my voice, even if it was shaky. “I-it’s about a girl who starts working in a company… and the man in charge becomes obsessed with her. It’s a good story,” I whispered, stammering. Even though I had no idea what was going on right now, I knew I had to answer. “I see,” Silas muttered. And you wouldn’t believe it, but he actually flipped to the front page and started reading, his gaze locked on the book.