Acier Silva Novels & Stories

Helena tried to climb with the skills she had ever gotten, but she almost slipped, luckily Silvana was quick to help her. "Let me take it," said Silvana. Helena nodded. Helena was surprised to see Silvana so agilely climbing the tree without even looking at the areas of the tree she was stepping on, it seemed she was very used to it. Helena was silent for a moment, then she picked up some fallen guavas. "That's enough," said Helena.

Dylan drove through the dirt track in a black Ford SUV with tinted glasses. It was a gift he received from Isabel three days ago for no reason in particular, and it came in handy, as he could go anywhere he pleased without having Xavi drive him there. His current destination was the pack’s border, and he was accompanied by Fernando who was giving him directions. It was a two hours drive according to the teenager. There were tall trees on either side of the road. Dylan gazed out the window, beyond the slim trees in front and into the forest. The environment was serenely beautiful and the smell of brisk breeze was addictive. As a clearing came into sight, Dylan wasted no time in turning off th

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"

she commanded, her voice dropping to a lethal, vibrating low that brooked no argument. "I’m not going anywhere," Silas growled, his orange eyes shimmering with a dark, twisted possessiveness as he tightened his grip on Ayla. The silver lines on his skin pulsed with a monstrous scale, reflecting the beast that was still roaring just beneath the surface after the carnage at the Maw. He looked like a man who had finally claimed the impossible pull only to realize he didn't know how to protect it from the very world he had helped build.

Sir Leon’s breathing grew heavier and sharper as Silvana spoiled him beneath the covers. This was the kind of situation in which Silvana felt safe. She knew exactly how to please a man and redirect her thoughts away from the confusing emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Besides, actions had always been more effective than words. Physical affection came far more naturally to her than verbal affirmation, which happened to be one of her greatest weaknesses. Silvana often found herself struggling whenever emotions like these were involved.

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.”

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.

We were all sitting in front of the fireplace watching the embers crackle. The big man reached for me and pulled me into his lap. I let him warm me. “Well, I guess since we are going to be family I should know your names. I’m Daire Krvna ” One of his hands started to rub my arm gently. Cedar looked at me. He was watching everything very closely. “This is Cedar and I’m Lucrezia.” I said, turning my face to look at Daire’s big brown 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