The World Of Silence Novels & Stories

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

One night, I played back a clip, and a whisper laced the edges. Not a warning. Not even a voice. Just... presence. I see you. I didn’t flinch. I smiled. Because sometimes, I still dream of Eos. And now, I dream of Sol. And of a world where silence is no longer absence, but invitation. A world not watching from above, but singing from within. We didn’t win peace. We learned to live in it. And now, in the quiet between frequencies, we listen— Not for threat. But for harmony.

She screamed — and the world shattered. The glass cracked. The sound became a scream within a scream. The fog swallowed everything. And then — silence. —

"I know I joined it but I can't remember what kind of game. All I remember is I came here and I said I was going to volunteer. But can you explain the game?" "A game where while you're asleep, your mind travels to the other world and there are things happening to you that are associated with reality. But the truth is it's just like a long dream, you'll meet other people but when you wake up you will forget everything that happened to you. " Explanation of this. "What is the title of that game?" "The game is called Silence ... or K.I.S.S" I frowned.

" Shane closed his eyes in pain. His head hung low, and his voice was hoarse. "I know it's all my fault. "I just hope I can stay by your side. "I don't mind being treated like a stranger. I'll just watch over you two in silence." I said nothing. After turning around, I walked to the window and watched the sky gradually turn dark. "Leave, and don't come back." Shane stood frozen there for a long moment. Only when I repeated my dismissal did he stagger away. His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate.

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

And oh my God, you don’t understand how insane that was, because one second I was lying here, choking on the wet slap-slap-slap of bodies colliding and her screaming his name like she was being baptized in fire, and the next it just vanished. Like someone ripped the plug out of the universe. And you’d think silence would be a relief after what I just heard, but no, it was worse, because silence means something is waiting, silence means someone is watching, silence means something is about to crawl out of the dark and eat me alive.

But in truth, it was Ereya—the Listener—breathing softly between worlds, reminding them all to hear before they speak. And far beyond the furthest galaxy, where no sound or light could reach, the First Silence dreamed again—this time not alone, but humming faintly, content in the endless balance. > “The song continues. The silence understands. And the universe… listens.” ---

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

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.