Acier Silva Novels & Stories

Silva replied as she relaxed. Rina looked around. "My former job had me coming to the human world a lot, but I never still got used to it." "Well once upon a time, i ran away to stay here" Silva revealed. Rina looked at her curiously. "why?" "It's a long story but at that time I wanted to escape from everything." "So what made you come back?" Silva laughed, "my mother threatened to ovedose on wolfsbane and no matter what I can't do that to her"

Silas whispered out loud, his voice a lethal, vibrating low. Ayla turned, her electric blue eyes hard as flint. She raised the flute to her lips, the Siren’s frequenc already beginning to thrum in the air. “You knew I was an asset,” she sent through the link, the thought a monstrous blow to his conscience. “You knew I was a target. Crocodile or mermaid... it doesn't matter. To you, I’m just something to be marked.” Silas bowed his head, his mahogany skin looking pale in the moonlight. He knew she was right. He was the Titan’s son who had sculpted a massacre to claim her, and the branded promise of their bond was currently the only thing keeping her from jumping into the sea.

“Please, Sir Leon.” Sir Leon smiled with clear satisfaction. “That’s right, baby girl.” Then, with greedy delight, he suddenly added another finger. Silvana jolted violently from her position. It was too much, too many sensations all at once, and she felt as though her legs had turned to jelly. She could already feel her climax approaching. Silvana focused on Sir Leon’s thumb as it worked over her favorite spot. The way he caressed her in slow, circular motions made it impossible for her to think clearly. Her reason vanished, her mind went blank. She moaned again, her entire body trembling, her back arching deeply. She reached her peak, the most intense one she had ever experienced. It was a

She demanded with her voice sweet as nectar but strong as an old tree. "We have a feeling that she is what Mydia told us about, my Queen. We found her in the form of an animal but later she morphed into the female she now is." She explained and the Queen nodded. She stood up from her seat and with utter grace walked in front of me. "I am Sylva, the Queen of the Elves." She introduced herself. "Who are you and what are you doing on our lands?" She asked, her tone nothing but polite. "My name is Seraphina. I came from the kingdom of werewolves, Zyrenia. I am here to ask you for a favor, Elf Queen." I answered.

he said still bursting in tears. I silently listened to him still gently brushing his curly hair. “He made me, he…” Akira struggled to talk. “Who is he?” I asked. “F…Fred, Fred Volt” he finally replied. I felt my body go hot as the memory of what Sorrow had told me came in rushing through my mind. I needed to do something. “I can’t stay here anymore sister Siren” he said. “The social workers are going to take me.” A deep scar appeared in my heart at that very moment as tears gathered in my eyes.

“What are you doing here?” “I am on vacation with my brother, I doubt that it would be the same case for you. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, and Alessandro raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Alpha Ned? On vacation when he was beside Alaric a few weeks back? I doubt that you really do expect me to believe that, Rheniera.” He said, and the woman’s eyes met mine for a second. Alessandro turned to face me, and slowly extended his hand. I knew that he didn’t want me to proceed with the argument, no matter how tempted I was, in front of the woman. “My mate, Valerie Morozov.”

he said and walked back to Silvia "Again?" she muttered. "Am glad you two are getting along but let's end the chit chat here..." she stood up and Zen came in front of her "Tomorrow same Time" she spoke to Sasha and Charles looking at the two. Sasha didn't hear what Silvia had said, her mind was still focused on Zen. She wondered what kind of human being he was, he looked so off the core and the way he looked at her brought in thoughts that could make her reach her orgasm. She shook her head as if to get off those dirty thoughts of her mind

Miles away, deep within the heavily fortified central keep of Silver Ridge, the consequence of their presence rippled through the earth. In the low-ceilinged stone nursery of the main keep, baby Silas suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't cry. He didn't whimper. His pristine irises—carrying the uncorrupted convergence of Marcus's royal Alpha spark and Elena's ancestral jailer lineage—locked onto the high stone ceiling beams above his cradle. His small chest tensed, his tiny fists clenching around the edges of his wool blanket as his breathing turned shallow and frantic.

He leaned back in his chair, really taking me in. “That is not a name that peasants use often. Especially human peasants.” His voice sounded flat. That startled me had I done something to offend him. “I think Lucrezia is a beautiful name.” Kael said, reaching his hand over the table to grab mine. “Of course you would, it's an elf name.” Cadogen said, throwing his feet up onto the mother of pearl table. “I’m Fae not Elf.” Kael shot back; brows furrowed. Cadogen rolled his eyes.

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas