Silent Darkness の小説・ストーリー

"I know someone near who can lend you horses. But since it is already getting dark, I suggest you stay here for the night. You can just continue traveling tomorrow morning. Also, I don't think Lucia is fine to travel again. She should rest so that her wound will stop bleeding." I looked at Lucia. "She is right. We should stay here for the night to give you time to rest, and it is also not advisable to travel at night because it is more dangerous." "I will stay here for the night, then," Lucia said. I smiled but my smile vanished soon when I felt something different in my head. It seemed like my surrounding was revolving around me. 'The incense!' All I heard was Raja's panicking voice before

Have you seen the light, or are you still afraid to emerge from the darkness? P-please.. Enough.. "Sheena?" I blinked and looked at Ms. Sierra, who was worried about me. "Miss Sierra." She hugged me, and I couldn't stop crying as she hugged me. "Don't let yourself be trapped in the dark; you need someone to free yourself truly, or everything will end," she said quietly, leaving me speechless. I was stunned as I sat in front of Father Ronaldo's coffin. I'll never forget what Ms. Sierra told me. I'm not sure, but everything she said to me had meaning.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

"You didn't just reject a girl. You rejected the very frequency that keeps the world from unraveling. You are a debt-collector who has finally realized he is bankrupt." "I am... more than my mistakes," Silas wheezed, his gold eyes glowing in the dark. He didn't try to fight the memories. He absorbed them. He let the pain of Lyra’s rejection wash over him until it was no longer a wound, but a fuel. "I am the one who stayed. I am the one who chose the dark so she wouldn't have to be alone in it." The darkness around him began to vibrate. The "Kill-Switch" resonance from the keep was reaching into the void, a high-frequency scream that sounded like Kaelen’s voice.

Darkness. Total. Absolute. Aurora couldn’t see anything. Not Adrian. Not the door. Not even her own hands. Only one thing remained— the sound of her own breathing. Fast. Uneven. Too loud in the silence. “Adrian…?” Her voice came out small. Careful. Like speaking too loudly might trigger something. No answer. Her chest tightened. “Adrian.” This time stronger. Still— nothing. And that— that silence— was wrong.

The soft light flickered once, twice, and then snapped shut into total, unyielding darkness. The silence that followed was absolute. The penthouse was black. The city skyline was a jagged wall of distant neon smudges. Ava lay back on the thin canvas mattress, her eyes wide open, staring into the pitch-black interior of her concrete cage. Her body was trembling violently from the sub-zero air, but her mind was entirely clear.

Only silence and the chill that hung heavy in the air. Sophia sat up, burying her face in her hands. She tried to steady her breath, to convince herself that it had all been a dream. But the images were too vivid. She could still hear the screams, she could still see the blood, she could still feel the overwhelming force. Her voice broke as she whispered to herself, "This isn't me... I'm not like this..." But the words were fragile, delicate, and the room seemed to mock her with its silence. Outside, a dark cloud obscured the moon, plunging everything into even deeper darkness. Sophia realized that the real darkness wasn't outside her window.

~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.

Darkness swallowed everything. Not ordinary darkness—. Not the absence of light—. Yet a complete cessation of being. Sound vanished. Weight disappeared. The agony inside Amina's arm disappeared entirely. There was no room, duplicates, Adrian, or system for a single second. Only silence. Then—. A heartbeat. Not hers. Older. Slower. Deeper. The noise reverberated through the air like the pulse of something concealed within the surface. Amina opened her eyes.