Tower Of Silence Novels & Stories

The girl tilted her head. Then she pointed toward the tower. The doors opened. Inside was complete darkness. Liam shook his head. "No." He pointed toward the ocean. Another message appeared on the glass. THE TOWER IS THE HEART OF THE SILENT REALM. I understood. If we wanted answers, we had to enter. --- The moment we stepped inside the tower, the silence grew heavier. The walls were covered with thousands of names. Some were ancient. Others were written in languages I did not recognize.

he shouted over the deafening hum. They reached a clearing where the ruins of an old watchtower stood—a relic from another century, built of stone and rust. It looked ancient, fragile, human. They climbed what remained of the steps, the structure groaning under their weight. From the top, the view was both terrifying and beautiful. The entire valley below pulsed with gold, as though the earth’s veins had been turned inside out. Mountains shimmered in the distance, and from the center of it all rose a massive column of light that tore through the clouds, twisting like a serpent. “That’s the source,” Lucia said, her voice trembling. “That’s where it started.” “Then that’s where it ends,” Aless

He had stopped. Based on the echoing acoustics of the stone, he was roughly two flights below my level, standing entirely motionless on the landing of the spiral staircase. The footsteps held in a suffocating, intentional silence that lasted for minutes. He was just standing down there in the dark, dangerous throat of the tower, waiting, watching, or simply existing in the same space as my captivity.

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

A faint clicking sound came from beneath the floor. Then a section of stone shifted. A narrow opening appeared. Behind it was a staircase descending even deeper. Adrian stared into the darkness. “You have got to be kidding me.” Sophia let out a shaky breath. “How deep does this place go?” Vittorio’s expression was grim. “Far enough to hide the first agreement.” Gabriel Valenti moved toward the opening. Zara immediately stepped in front of him. “You’re not going anywhere.” He stopped. “You cannot stop what has already begun.”

It was a name, like the companies he had made. Without saying anything he turned around. Got into his car. The cars started moving making a noise like they were angry. It did not matter. The cars went back, down the road. Their red lights disappeared into the fog like they were going away forever. The red lights of the departing sedans were slowly swallowed by the haze of the valley. It left behind a silence. The world seemed to have held its breath for a time. Now it was finally exhaling. I stood at the gate my hand resting on the stone pillar. I could feel the vibration of the earth as the last of the engines faded into the distance. The Tower of Glass had not just been emptied it had been

​The explosion wasn't a physical blast of heat and shrapnel; it was a psychic shockwave that leveled every Sovereign on the platform. It felt like a string snapping in the center of my brain—a high-frequency scream that silenced the artificial humming of the tower. The golden "static" the twins had introduced wasn't just a disruption; it acted like a predatory virus, tearing through the sterile, silver harmony of the White Tower with the jagged edges of raw, human emotion.

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’.

A hum—faint, mechanical, and rhythmic. Merlin crouched, motioning for me to do the same. “That’s not wind,” she whispered. “No,” I agreed, narrowing my eyes in the direction of the sound. We crept forward slowly, every muscle alert. Through the trees ahead, we spotted it: a tall, cylindrical device half-buried beneath ivy and moss. It pulsed faintly with blue light and emitted the low-frequency hum we had heard. Around it, the vegetation seemed sickened—twisted leaves, darkened bark, an unnatural stillness.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.