Acier Silva Novels & Stories

And beyond it, just visible through the trees, a flicker of movement — a human silhouette stepping away from the altar, glowing mark on her palm. “Ava,” Silas breathed. The silver wolf barked once more and bounded toward the clearing. Silas broke into a run.

"Where is Silas?" The Core Struggle: The Archon smiled, a gesture that didn't reach his cold, calculating eyes, he tapped a command on a glass tablet, and the wall to Verina’s left turned transparent. Silas was there, suspended in a similar obsidian cradle, his body was a roadmap of wires and sensors, his chest heaving with a desperate, animalistic effort to break free. He wasn't just a prisoner, he was a mirror, Verina could feel his heartbeat in her own chest, she could feel the phantom ache of the restraints around his wrists, and she realized with a jolt of horror that their biometrics hadn't just been synced, they had been merged.

“Sila. Love is one thing but what about your safety? He was there with you and you still got hurt.” Sila chuckled at that in sarcastic humour. “Isaac. I am the daughter of Bratva's Pakhan and sister of the man who is known as ‘The Sinner’ in our world. But still, they were able to hurt me. They not only snatched my innocence, but my identity from me. For years, I lived a soulless life. No physical pain could word the feelings I went through in the last few years. Klaus brought my soul back to this body. He brought my smile back. Yes, he couldn't stop me getting hurt but he was the one who saved me. Did you know he drove like a maniac to the hospital and didn't leave my side for a second. He

Silva smirked mischievously, “You requested to have your system purged, so drink up.” We watch the exchange between the two and Preya walks in looking flushed. Howbeit that when Preya bustled through the doorway, Sage was right behind her. Because Silva is a human witch, she was unable to scent her daughter’s arousal that hits you when she passed. Silva is a savage witch not to be messed with, so he should know better than to fool around Preya. “Is it possible that I will die?” Charlotte smelled the purple liquid and made a wrenching face from its odor. “What are the consequences?

“Her name’s Cecilia Rodriguez?” The woman nodded as if Silvia had pointed at a cross and asked if the guy hanging from it was Jesus. “Do you happen to know if she lived in Bariloche?” “I think so, yeah. Why? You know her?” Silvia chuckled. “She was my English teacher. Tell her Silvia D’Angelo said hi.” “As soon as they come back. MØRE is touring Latin America right now.” “Touring!” said Claudia. “Wow! Well, let’s hope someday she comes back home to play.”

"Jessica was looking for a trophy. Serena was just looking for a way out." Silas blinked, a slow, mechanical movement that felt a second too long. He leaned against a server rack, his hand trembling as he gripped the frame. "Serena... right. The silver one. The Savior." He paused, a look of profound, hollow confusion crossing his face. "Remind me again, Aria. Why is she the Savior? My logs... the entries keep turning into white noise."

"Relax Amber. What I'm about to say will benefit both you and me in soo many ways. Kevin Ace, you want him don't you?" Silva asked. "What does that have to do with you? And how do you know about that?" Amber was stunned, has this strange lady been stalking her? "I know alot Amber... A lot, I know you want Kevin, but can't have him because another woman has him, Crimson Lee." Silva aid with a chuckle. "You are right, but who are you and how do you know so much about me?" Amber asked. "You know me as Silva. My real name is Vivian Smith. Took me a lot to mask my identify and change my face.

"Alright. Let's go back together. Courtroom or battlefield, I'm with you." That night, the wind and snow still raged through Sanctvale, but something had changed for good. Silvia was no longer the Donna of the Valenti family. She was no longer Code 001. She was herself and the woman Augusto loved.

But it was Ever and Sierra who were conversing below it. Sierra was holding a glass while clutching Ever's hand; she appeared to be sipping alcohol and moving like she was in a circus due to her body movements. Sierra was dressed in a provocative black sleeveless dress that was very tight to her figure, whereas Ever was dressed casually in tees and trousers. I'm not sure why, but I became irritated because I couldn't figure out who Sierra's version was in the video and I don’t understand why they are very close to each other in the dim area of Spencer’s house. She appears so different that even when it's a little dim in their direction, I can tell she's not who she is. The Sierra I know does

Silvio noticed another presence, a fairly tall man with dark eyes, standing behind Alejandro with a blank face and tough posture. Silvio clutched onto his gun, ready to pull the trigger when he heard the screams and cries of women. His brows furrowed as he anticipatingly looked towards the stairs. Alejandro and Edward followed his gaze as a huge remarkable grin plastered over the latter's face. "Now that's what a good show is," Alejandro said but Silvio blocked him out as his eyes landed on Silas when he dragged a crying Sadie down with him. His hand wrapped around her arm as she tried to pry his fingers off of her. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her screams ringing through his ears. Hi