Thesilentcompanions Novels & Stories

Silent's voice resonates with authority. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I speak in a nervous tone. "Silent, I need your help. I have a problem that needs to be taken care of discreetly." Silent's confident tone cuts through the air, "Tell me more. I specialize in solving problems of all kinds." Silent leads me through the darkness into an abandoned warehouse, shrouded in secrecy. We approach a group of men, their presence exuding danger and capability. Silent's voice cuts through the silence as he introduces each man to me. Blade, Viper, and Reaper, the best in their field. They possess skills that leave no trace behind.

Sometimes the silence feels like a curse of loneliness, but now, it's a blessing from whatever God might be out there. The only sounds he makes are a few winces as we cross the swap territory. Our sources have given us specific instructions on where to find the group of humans who were wandering around Invictus a few days ago. Elite wants them, so Elite will get them, even if I have to kill some bastards along the way. Still, something's not right. I'm not quite sure what, but something doesn't feel right. Maybe it's the silence I praised a couple of minutes ago, perhaps it's the stench of emptiness around us, but something's about to go down.

the man answers, "It is me. Allow me to finally introduce myself. I am Silent, but I am very dangerous." Silent shoots out his arms and a component opens on his back. Tiny rockets shoot out from the component, flying into the air before heading for us. "Watch out," I yell, hitting one of the rockets before rolling out of the way. Ms. Justice: Jumping and rolling out of the way, I land on my feet and look toward a crowd of people as they watch from the sidewalk. "Keep him busy," I yell, running past Silent. Reaching the crowd, I yell at them.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.

We are in another gymnasium like area like the main one we have been using throughout the competition, accept this one is much smaller and intimate and the equipment in here is more advanced than I’ve ever seen. A few people are scattered around the room that I don’t recognize immediately. That is, until I meet the striking gaze of Blue, one of the Silent’s. I shiver. Each of these Silent’s I’ve only seen briefly. Most of them work with other groups within the competition. They all look awfully casual, as if they haven’t reported to work this morning with the rest of the competitors. They all stare at me, scrutinizing me beyond belief. I wish I could just turn around and walk out of here.

he said to his friends. Nick just rolled his eyes as a took yet another drag from his cigarette to which I cringed my nose in disgust. I walked closer to inspect them. There was a white one with flames finely imprinted on its sides and a few drawings of skulls. Then there was a red one which had a large scorpion drawn on its side with a few black strips across it and then finally there was the one that Nick was leaning on which I figured was his. It was a black spotless one with a Phoenix engulfed in flames from its wings to its head.

she felt goose bumps all over her body but quietly obeyed and stayed still. Answering to the call he almost shouted "what, like seriously? I can't believe it, are you for real?" he went on asking questions which made Haya curious, she tried to move but his grip was so strong. How can he even do that, managing two things at the same time "What are you thinking wildcat” His voice boomed interrupting her thoughts. "Leave me." she uttered looking away. "Do you even know that your friend Zeenas is getting married to my friend Ahad"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's yours." "It doesn't belong to me." Protested the latter, but Janik no longer listened at all. He whistled softly in the air and Josh followed his gaze. “This is Hannah, the other Chalet Girl and Alissa's friend. As far as I know she's taken. " "Not all relationships are made to last." He grinned and took a sip of his spritzer. "Much better." "Good evening gentlemen, I hope you are enjoying yourself?" "Of course. May I introduce you to my friend Janik Bruns? Janik, this is Hendrik Mason. "

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.