Unspeakable: Beyond The Wall Of Sleep Novels & Stories

“Wh-what’s happening?” “Stay close,” he ordered, his voice low and urgent, his eyes flicking toward the growing cracks in the walls. “The Unseen are waking. They’re here.” Before Mae could respond, a deafening crash shook the house. Louder than any quake, louder than the hum they had felt earlier. It sounded like the very fabric of reality itself was tearing apart. The floor beneath them cracked, the walls rattling as if they were struggling to hold the world together.

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

The Unbreakable Accord, framed in pixels. Night fell, a gentle cloak over the secure estate. The grandparents had left. Bella was asleep in her crib, a monitor emitting soft, rhythmic static. William and Mimi stood on the veranda, the city’s distant lights glittering like a fallen galaxy below them. The air was cool, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine. “It’s real, isn’t it?” William said, his voice barely above a whisper. He stared at the horizon. “It’s over. It’s just… us.”

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

Retrieving my materials which were on his desk would have him noticing, so it would be advisable to play the loyal dog that I was. "You're bleeding, what do you have me do if I can't call in Bruno?" I was stupefied. His eyes looked to the wall behind his swivel chair, "There's a hidden button beneath my desk, touch it, and the walls will open. Take me in and ring in my doctor." He straightened up, wincing in pain as he did so. I did as he'd asked me and I was surprised when the walls swung apart, they weren't walls to be precise - they were wooden walls made to look like block walls.

I swiftly turn around, only to find an empty space devoid of any presence. "Stella, you're becoming afraid of your own shadow," a voice taunts me, echoing through the air. Ignoring the unsettling feeling, I retrieve my soda and pivot to return to my room. Suddenly, an unknown assailant seizes me from behind, covering my nose and mouth with a peculiar-smelling cloth. "I warned you that we would reunite," the voice declares, sending shivers down my spine as I instantly recognize its source. Struggling to resist, I desperately attempt to fend off my attacker, but my limbs refuse to obey my commands. Gradually, the battle becomes futile as my eyelids grow heavy, eventually succumbing to the dark

As she drifts off to sleep, Sunny's mind is still filled with unease. ___ 3:00 a.m. Sunny wakes up to the loud noise of shattering glass. It was the lamp on the table close by: Lamps don’t fall on their own, but something moved this! Here I am, scared again. I feel helpless as I look around, waiting to see something. Sunny sees nothing, so she closes her eyes and tries to fall back asleep. Just as Sunny closes her eyes, She hears whispering, and this time she can hear what they're saying. The spirits whisper, "Devil's Backbone, Devil's Backbone, untimely."

he orders I don’t argue Not because I want to listen But because for the first time I’m not sure I can control what happens next The energy in the room spikes violently The circle cracks wider The light bursts brighter And then Everything stops Just for a second A single breath A single moment Before something shifts Deep Below Something far worse than what we just faced The ground splits A deep, hollow sound echoes through the chamber Not from the circle From beneath it My heart drops Because I understand immediately This wasn’t the source It was a door And I just opened it A low, ancient sound rises from below Not a voice Not a growl Something older Something that does not belong in this w

"The stuff Aaron's report talked about? The Unspoken?" "It's the residue " Elara said, stepping forward, until her boots touched the edge of the slime trail. She knelt, her fingers hovering above the purple rime. Without her sight, she could not see the molecular structure of the void. She could feel the temperature. The slime was freezing, like a vacuum that pulled the heat out of her skin. "The grid absorbed the shock when the core reversed but the physical mass of the Unspoken did not disappear. It was driven into the iron shoring. It's trying to find a path to the surface." "Can it breathe down here?" Miller asked, his jaw tightening.

The raw, gut-wrenching sob from the master bedroom shattered the fragile silence like glass. It wasn't just crying; it was the sound of something deep inside Adam fracturing, a dam breaking under pressure I couldn't fathom. My own fear, my exhaustion, my carefully constructed walls behind the locked door – they all crumbled in the face of that desolate sound.