Novelas y relatos de Thesilentcompanions

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

Collins bites his lip, “I’m just gonna go. We both know I can’t to be silent. But I will send Sil in here. She loves Silence. It’s her thing.” Collins runs from the room, mindlinking Sil to hurry up. Sil sits with Iris in total silence, soothing her hair during the contractions and feeding her ice between them. Titan comes in shocked at how quiet the house is. “Oh, that's the goddess,” Collins tells him. “She hasn’t said a word in an hour. Sil mindlinked me that the contractions are now ten minutes apart and growing in intensity. Iris has requested silence as much as possible.” Titan nods and walks toward his mate. Iris holds out her hand for him and squeezes.

MARCO The silence inside the narrow hallway was almost unbearable. The dim, flickering light above me buzzed faintly, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls. My boots clicked softly on the metal floor as I moved further in, my breaths shallow and controlled. Every step felt heavier than the last, each one carrying me deeper into uncertainty. “Petrov,” I whispered, pressing a finger to the mic in my ear. “Petrov, can you hear me?” Nothing. Just static.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

We are in another gymnasium-like area like the main one we have been using throughout the competition, except 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.

I sighed in relief as the silence began to take hold. Humans wouldn't understand what silence truly was to a telepath or empath. It was agreed that silence was harder to achieve with an empath and furthermore when they found there someone quiet, they held on for dear life. They could sometimes get obsessive or even violent. I clicked play, not minding the sound of Kendrick Lamar's voice filling the void and blocking out my thoughts. I knew that Silas wouldn't hurt me but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't hurt him. Gosh, look what I did to Rachel.

He nodded to me, and motioned for silence. “That print doesn’t belong to one of ours,” he whispered. “And you said none of your agents should be in this area?” he asked Marcus. Marcus bent close to the print, probably checking the scent. “It is not one of mine,” he reported, voice sober. “All right then. This training patrol just became the real thing,” Ronan said. “That’s fine. Clara, you stay in the lead. Marcus, you fan out a little to her right, I’ll take the left. Anyone spots another sign, signal silently.”

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Not forcefully. Yet everyone heard it. The Third Silence looked around slowly. Studying the city. The sky. The statues. The tower. Then his gaze settled upon the Second Silence. His smile widened. "Brother." The Second Silence didn't respond. The Third Silence looked disappointed. "Still angry?" Cassian blinked. "Why does every cosmic horror know each other?" Nobody answered. The Third Silence laughed softly. Unlike the Second Silence's warm laughter. Unlike the First Silence's curious presence.

"She's invoking the Moon's power! She's trying to change the laws of the valley!" Figures began to emerge from the shadows of the Citadel. They were not Rogues. They were not Iron-Claws. They were the "Silents", a group of lunar fanatics. They wore pale grey robes and their faces were covered by masks. They moved with a synchronized grace. "Blackwoods defend the perimeter!" Damon roared, his new solar fire erupting from his hands. The battle that followed was a nightmare of light and shadow. The Silents did not fight like the Rogues, they moved in silence. Their moon-glass blades sliced through the air with a sound like whistling wind.