Romans & histoires The Silo

Chapter 12 – Hyacinth The moment Silas walked away, the tension he left in his wake felt like a storm hovering just above the horizon, ready to unleash chaos at any moment. I sat there, frozen on the stone bench, the sunlight now a warm contrast to the icy chill he'd left behind. His words echoed in my mind: "You’re not ready for my truths." The arrogance. The nerve.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

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.

“You can’t silence what’s alive, Sira. You can’t cage awakening.” Sira raised her staff high. The runes in the floor flared blue, cutting across Krishna’s path like lines of cold fire. “Then I will seal it. Whatever this infection is, it will not consume the last sanctuary of this world.” And then the Citadel screamed. It was not sound but vibration, a deep, seismic pulse that rippled through the stones. The blue light shattered, twisting into white. Sira stumbled, her staff flickering out. Vhar caught the edge of his seat as the runes went wild, crawling up the walls like living veins of light.

Coleman replied. She was escorted out of the building and placed in an armored vehicle. The convoy drove for over an hour, taking a winding route through the city to prevent anyone from tracking their location. Finally, they arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. But as Old Madam Kent was led inside, she realized this was no ordinary warehouse. The building had been converted into a makeshift prison. Underground levels had been constructed, complete with cells, interrogation rooms, and security systems. This was Marcus Night's private detention facility, a place where he could hold prisoners beyond the reach of law enforcement or legal protections.

The moment everyone saw those enormous silos, excitement burst through the group. They made it. They actually made it to the granary! They were finally going to have real food. Following Base K1's lead, all the vehicles accelerated and rammed open the entrance gate, stopping before the ten huge cylindrical silos lined up in a row. The grain reserve was fully mechanized. Normally, only ten workers managed the whole place, one per silo. Other than that, no one lived here. "We're here!" "This is the grain reserve! Think about how much food is in there!"

Riven was already in front of us, blades drawn, eyes burning blood-red against the dim. Silas.... He wasn’t moving. Not forward. Not toward the exit. He stood backward, toward the collapsing edge, shoulders trembling under the weight of shadows writhing over his skin like living ink. “Silas?” I shouted over the roar. His head tilted just enough for me to see one eye, void-black, and wrong. “A barrier,” he rasped. “They sealed us in. Only a siphon can break it.” Kyren cursed. “Don’t do something—”

By the light coming from up above, Skylar saw the glistening edge of something inside the hole. A rumble escaped his throat when he realized the hole in the ground itself was a form of trap. Any unsuspecting animal, running at full speed then falling in here would surely get their leg slashed. The bigger the animal, the more damage it would leave. And werewolves in their wolf form were much bigger.

Violet runs her own interior design company. I headed up to my room, in much need of a pillow scream match. When I was done, I took off my scarf before heading down to get myself some food. While I was waiting for my noodles to finish up in the microwave, my phone rang. It was Westley calling. “Hey Wes,” I sighed, answering the phone. “You gave Six a shiner?” he chuckled.

His punishment never exceeded making love to her, and she was going to make love to him today without feeling a thing. She got into the house and met it eerily quiet. It was as though there was no soul in the house and that kind of frightened her. With gentle steps, she walked to her bedroom and clad herself in her favorite lingerie. This time around, she wanted to get Mr. Silver thirsty for her and not the other way around. She lay on her bed and pretended to be asleep, patiently waiting for her door to swing open and for Mr. Sliver to step into the room and find her in all her glory.