Novelas y relatos de Thesilentcompanions

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

“Nervous.” He seemed surprised by her honesty. Matt conversed with his friends and his mother. Savannah sat quietly beside him and watched the goings-on around her. No one tried to include her in conversation except Tess, and one time Emily. Tess seemed to understand the way she felt. She was the only one who didn't seem to have this judgmental look on her face. The one time she offered a comment to join in the conversation, the awkward silence that ensued told her all she needed to know.

Hendrik’s voice shot in my wildest thoughts. I shifted my eyes up, nervously staring at the unfamiliar faces seated on the couches. Each terrifying in a different way from another. I noticed there was only one woman amongst them who was in her middle thirties. She had her eyelids and mouth painted black. She somehow reminded me of Miss. Claws. “Hey guys! This is Rin and Rin these are my friends,” Hendrik introduced the four men and woman seated before us. I felt his hand violently pull me by my waist closer to him while he took a sip on his beer.

Her face was perfectly framed with piercing blue eyes. "Hey. My name is Edelyn." She introduces herself with a soft smile on her face. We greet her and i watch as Ian calms down considerably and stares at her star stuck, while Scar looks a teeny tiny bit jealous. We continue talking for a while. A slow song starts playing and Sam asks me if i would be willing to dance with him. I say yes and all of us make our way to the dance floor. Just as soon as his hands wrap around my waist, the lights go out and we hear a gunshot followed by a scream. My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. *************************************************************

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

A single strip of emergency lighting flickered overhead, casting long, jaundiced shadows against walls lined with thick, lead-shielded cables. Verina leaned against the cold wall, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. The facility was air-gapped, cut off from the global web, yet she could feel a pressure against her temples—not the digital scream of the Archive, but a dull, rhythmic pulse. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. It sounded like a heartbeat, but it was coming from the floor beneath her feet. Silas was already moving, his silhouette disappearing into the gloom as he traced the path of a thick conduit toward a central chamber. He moved with a brutal, single-minded focus, his hand hov

*silence* “I’m here to fulfill my End of the bargain with Alexander. Take me to him.” But the blondie didn’t respond, instead she mounted more pressure on her steps,stomping her feet harder on the ground like she was marching for war. The others continued to move silently behind her like loyal soldiers . “ bloody zombies,” I whispered under my breath turning on my heels to walk back. Then suddenly, the sound of their footsteps stopped chattering on the ground and from the corners of my eyes, I could see she had turned. I fisted my hands tightly by my sides.

Their skin was the color of wet pavement, and their limbs moved with a jerky and uncoordinated speed that defied human anatomy. "Leo, fall back!" Killian roared, his Alpha shift occurring in an explosion of slate grey fur and silver light. The Silent Ones didn't attack with weapons or teeth. They surged forward in a synchronized wave, their bodies vibrating at a frequency that made my teeth ache. As they closed the distance, I realized they were acting as a collective antenna, pulling the lingering antagonistic static from the air and focusing it into a physical weapon. "I need to see the structure!" I shouted to Killian over the rising hum.

It matched the flickering lights of the Academy barracks. Thump. Thump-thump. "Wolfy," she whispered. Her pupils contracted into vertical needles. "Don't." I ignored the command. I opened the channel. Text scrolled across the black screen in jagged, green letters. SOURCE: SILENT HOWL HQ. TO: THE VOID-BORN. Neoma walked to the console. Her hand hovered over the screen. Static pricked my skin. The air around us became heavy and metallic. "It's him," she said.