The Silent Novels & Stories

" The line went dead, and I lowered the phone , meeting Sienna's eyes across the room, watching the same fierce, unshakable resolve I'd fallen in love with settle back into her expression despite everything we'd just heard together. "They think we're going to be scared into silence." Her voice stayed quiet, steady. "The same way this family's been silencing people for a hundred and forty years running." "Are you scared?" I asked it straight. "Terrified." She held my gaze, steady, unblinking, not looking away for even a second. "But I already told you, Adrian. I am done being the person other people decide things for. If they want silence out of us, they're going to have to come and take it f

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

(A DUEL IN THE MIST OF INSANITY) SILENCE is eminent, that even the wind is somehow frightened in some way to blow its presence. The night is too quiet and not a single insect an be seen or to be heard. Everyone seems hiding for something, with everything is like in a mid of chaos. In that small garden in the residence of the Gomez, footsteps suddenly echo. It’s sound that is menacing and screaming a dark warning that no one even the smallest living thing will dare to see, face and make a sound in front of it.

~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Offered quiet advice. Watched her like she understood things no one else did. And maybe she had. Just not in the way Sienna thought. ⸻ A floorboard creaked under Sienna’s foot. Too quiet to most people. Not quiet enough. ⸻ The conversation inside stopped instantly. ⸻ Sienna’s heart dropped. ⸻ For a second, no one moved. No sound. No voices. No shifting. Just silence. Thick and suffocating. ⸻

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...

“You don’t get to say my name like that anymore.” Behind her, the five versions of me began to fade, melting into the air like mist. Only one remained—the silent one. Brandy turned to her and smiled. “You see, Maya, silence is power. You taught me that. But you never learned how to use it.” The silent version walked toward me. Her eyes were empty. I could see my reflection inside them—broken, small, scared. Then she reached out and touched my face. It was like being hit by a memory—flashes of every loss, every moment I’d chosen to stay quiet when I should have screamed.