Blessing_Nwizu

Silent Noise

For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way.

It always starts the same.
They begin to lose their minds.
Not gradually - suddenly. Violently.
They rant about a noise only they can hear.

But they insist... it's not just noise.

They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting.
Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned.
And then, a hum.
A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark.

But the hum is unsettling.
Beautiful... but wrong.
Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall.

They say it draws you in like a siren's call.
Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible.

Until it doesn't stop.
Until it becomes constant.

Then it becomes noise.
A maddening one.
Worse than any alarm -
like an emergency call you can't ignore.

Ring.
Ring.

Will you answer it?
That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear?
Or will you let it ring...
let it drive you mad?

Because once you hear it...
it never stops.
And no one else can hear it.

So they pick up the call, whispering:

"I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?"

Some sob.
Some chuckle.
And then they follow the sound -
into the unknown.

They never return.

No bodies.
No signs of death.
Just madness...
and a strange melody.

Doctors call it insanity.
All medical reports show the same signs:
Auditory hallucinations.
Psychological breakdown.
Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated...

And then - they vanish.

It's been five years.
Ten people gone.
No trace. No clues.
Just the same mysterious melody.

The media calls it a hoax.
The police call it a prank.
"Kids being kids," they say.
Excuses. Lies. Silence.

And then one day... it stopped.

No more madness.
No more disappearances.
No more sound.

That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville.

A town drowning in secrets.
A girl with a life far from perfect.
A past she barely understands.

But her arrival is no accident.

She doesn't know it yet -
but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise.
A deep one.
A dangerous one.

What is her purpose in Edenville?
What ties her to the missing people?
Will she face the melody?

Will love save her... or destroy her?

Find out in
SILENT NOISE.

Silent Noise

Norwegick's gray streets swallowed me whole, but I wasn't Isa anymore.

Not the ten-year-old who watched her father bleed out in the dirt.

I was eighteen now—blonde curls, blue contacts, a stranger in the mirror. "Ella," Mom called me. Her buzzed hair had grown out and was dyed black again. She smiled more, but her eyes always flicked to me like I was a bomb waiting to go off. Maybe I was. She feared what I'd become.

A therapist. A man with soft hands and softer eyes. He spoke in quiet tones about "healing" and "forgiveness." I stared past him, arms crossed, the hum in my chest rising—low, cold, and angry. Healing? No. I didn't want peace. I wanted war. The session ended in silence. He looked at me like I was broken glass. Mom looked at me like she still hoped. I didn't care.

Therapy couldn't reach the beast my father's death had awakened.

Behind her back, I trained. In the woods behind our rented house, I fired Dad's pistol until the recoil felt like a handshake. I threw knives at trees, each thud a promise. I ran until my lungs tore open, until sweat poured like blood. The hum guided me—always there, always sharper. Dad's voice echoed with it: Be strong, my female king.

Late nights, stolen Wi-Fi, whispers in forums—my father's killers weren't ghosts. They were rich. Powerful. Smiling in suits on news channels, shaking hands soaked in blood. Politicians. CEOs. Liars. Monsters. All of them connected to a city Dad once warned me about—Edenville. But Mystery M—the masked man who murdered him—was still a shadow. No name. No face. Just those pale eyes and his vow:

I vowed back. I would burn their world down. Slowly. Deliciously. I'd peel their lives apart until they screamed for mercy like Kane did in that kitchen. This wasn't revenge. This was justice. And the hum in my chest—hot, relentless—sang for it.

Mom thought I was healing. She couldn't see the knives hidden under my bed. The list of names burned into my notebook.

I wasn't the quiet girl who arrived eight years ago. I shattered bullies, broke noses, walked like I ruled the dirt and cracked pavement. People whispered behind my back. They called me Ella.

Shopkeepers nodded. Kids stepped aside. Even the cops left me alone. I ruled this nowhere town, but it was too small. My war was waiting in Edenville.

I applied for scholarships—every one I could find that led there. Rejections poured in like ash. Mom picked up shifts at the diner. She believed in starting over.

Another therapy session. Same office. Same man. He asked how I was feeling. I looked at him—through him—and smiled with nothing behind it .

The hum roared in my chest. It was a lie. I didn't feel fine. I felt ready.

Because I wasn't Isabella anymore.

And Edenville would learn that name.

Chapter 9: The Female King’s Vow