Acier Silva Novels & Stories

“Who is she?” His crimson eyes flicker to mine. “I don’t know. I don’t see them. I just see…” “Thalia.” As soon as Damien mutters her name, there was no stopping Silas from shifting. His clothes rip at the seams. He drops down to all fours as the remnants of the material fall from his large black Wolf. ‘Is Silas’s Wolf bigger than me?’ Aero mutters ‘Later!’ I snap Silas pauses to stare at me and then breaks through the door, charging out to the forest.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

So I took a sip of the water in front of me and waited. I had learnt one thing while getting to know Reine. Silence was the best means to get her to talk. Asking a lot of questions would just make her balk and she would never give you the answer you were looking for. It was much easier to wait for her to give you a concrete answer. “I’m sorry. But she wanted to know why I had not told her anything about you. And she saw the ring. Sandra knows everything about me. I couldn’t lie to her and tell her it was love at first sight. She knows me well enough to know it’s not the truth.”

But as he looked toward the violet rift splitting the sky, he knew he was the only villain who had the tool to save the hero. POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Stop screaming, Silas... please, just stop." Rhea’s voice was a broken whisper, her hands pressed over her ears as she huddled at the base of the sapphire pillar. Above her, Silas’s corpse was still pinned to the stone by the ice spike Ash had driven through him. But Silas wasn't silent. His jaw was hanging at an unnatural angle, and the shadows pooling in his eye sockets were vibrating with a voice that sounded like grinding metal.

The moment Celeste saw Silvan, she transformed into a delicate, fragile figure, leaning into him as she pointed at me with feigned distress. “Silvan, you’re finally here! She cursed me, saying I won’t be able to bear your children.” “How absurd. Of course, you will give me a perfect Purple Peacock,” Silvan replied, gently stroking her face. “As for her, I doubt she could ever produce even a White Peacock in her life.” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “We’ll see who ends up childless.” Silvan's expression darkened. He had a secret—one only I knew. He was infertile.

The silver blade had been sent skittering across the ice, coming to rest at the very edge of the deep, black, churning water. Silas stood between me and Kaelen, his chest heaving, his posture that of a prehistoric god waiting for a reason to slaughter. His obsidian eyes were burning crimson, a terrifying, radiating heat pouring off his skin that instantly melted the snow falling around him. He didn't look at Kaelen with anger. He looked at him with the cold, scientific curiosity of a butcher analyzing a flawed carcass.

I shook my head and turned away, avoiding his pleading gaze. I noticed his face fell, he was silent. I felt bad, he has been nice to me and I rejected his first request. I sighed. "Why not go with Rita, you think I don't know you've been stealing glances at her whenever we are together", I smirked raising an eyebrow looking at him. "What? Me?" Delvin scoffed, faking a surprise yet blushing. "Yes you, Mr silent crusher", I laughed teasing him. "I don't know what you're talking about kelsi' he looked away avoiding my gaze this time around.

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?"

As soon as we step out of the van, Silas’ nose goes up into the air and he growls softly. “Silas,” I say, just as Meadow, Asmodeus, and another beautiful woman walk out of the castle to greet us. Silas takes off running, snarling in the possessive way that can only mean one thing. I watch as the woman’s eyes go wide and when Silas stops in front of her, he growls. “Mate.” “Mate,” she purrs. He grabs her, his mouth latching onto hers as she wraps herself around him. “Gamma Silas, meet my sister, Princess Ysabelle," Asmodeus says, chuckling. I turn and look at Kieran, whose mouth has dropped open and I burst out laughing.

She cried there again silently. And Xander could only curse at himself for causing her to cry silently, again. 🔸🔸🔸