Acier Silva Novels & Stories

“What’s your name?” “Elijah,” he said, and both Elena and I nodded, “Elijah Aslanov, at your service.” “Russian,” “Just like yourself, Pakhan.” He said, looking at me and Elena raised an eyebrow. “And you, Ms. Elena Valdez.” I looked at Elena and frowned in confusion before she looked away, her heart raced against her ribcage, and she took a deep breath before turning to the hybrid. “How do you know who I am?”

Silas moved through the ridge‑line forest like a shadow, boots silent on the frosted pines. Dawn’s thinning light cast steel‑blue shadows across his face, each breath a plume of cold air and rage that burned hotter. He stopped at a ,ruined cairn,the place he and his wife had first met, and later bound by love. He knelt, fingertips tracing lichen‑crusted stones. The memory came sharp: her laughter, fierce and warm, the promise they’d made to protect their daughters—together.

“And stop acting as if you are clueless and don't know what we are talking about.” Julie blushed profusely. She glared at me and stood to her feet. “Who needs some drink? I think I need some.” “I just want water.” Elena grinned. “Margarita,” Alisson said. “I…” “Vodka spritz for me,” Julie said, cutting me off. “Water for pregnant Elena, Margarita for Alisson, and nothing for Artemisia.” “Why not?!” I exclaimed, but she already left. “Maybe you said something that pissed her.” Elena giggled.

He grabs my hands and holds them above my head, pushing me back down. He runs his other hand up and down my bare torso and then dives in, taking my breast in his mouth and pawing the other. I gasp, and my back arches. Why does this feel so damn good? His hand reaches the top of my pants. He lets go of my hands and undoes my pants pulling them off with my panties in one fluid motion. A deep approving growl rumbles from his chest, and I see his eyes flash ice blue again. A devilish grin reveals Silas' extending canines. Thora pushed forward, taking control and giving her own growl. Silas takes off his pants, letting them fall to the floor. I have a full view of my mate. I don't have any experi

Then we are coming home. I was highly impressed how quickly Fiona could get dressed and ready. Silvia had managed to find a pair of grey leggings that highlighted her perfect bubble butt. I swear Silvia had telepathy because she was able to find a oversized blue sweater that matched her blue hue in her blue/green hazel eyes with bits of flecks of gold. The sweater could be her eyes as it shined just as greatly as Fiona.

"Now go and get ready for bed with your brothers." "Bye-bye Sila," Luca said before he waved and raced as fast as he could upstairs. "Ella, what were you thinking? You could have got yourself killed!" Luca said pulling me into a tight hug. "A mountain in Northern Russia? In storm season? Are you insane?!" "Still alive, aren't I?" I pointed out. "Just," Leo added. "I've had the lectures at least twice already." "So, so stupid," He said giving me one final squeeze before releasing me.

Silvia moaned loudly. "Ahh~ That's right. That feeling! Ohh~ faster Co— Ahh~" Before Silvia could finish, Conan forcefully take a deep breath while still thrusting his glory inside her. Silvia is enjoying the feeling, even more since she could feel Conan's cum dripping on her. Conan then grab Silvia's breast while keeping up his thrusting motion.

She saw him jumping out of the bed to grasp her but it was too late. Silvia had opened the portal into the forest near the pond. She strode cautiously on the rugged ground because she was bare feet. She sat against the rock staring at the pond sighing, and rubbing hands down her face. She couldn’t understand him.

Tiamat waved and disappeared. “Whew.” Silas huffed out. “Are they always like that?” He asked, turning to Selene. He held his hand out. “Hi, I’m Silas Copper SilverMoon and my mate, Karla Ashley SilverMoon.” He introduced. “Ummm, Karla Ashley Hawk, not quite a SilverMoon yet.” Karla corrected. “Someone has yet to mark me.” She narrowed an eye at him. “Well, I, uh…” Silas stammered. Karla started laughing.

As if all the pieces I’d been searching for had finally come together. From the edge of the woods, Silva appeared, her long cloak rustling softly as she walked toward us. She wasn’t smiling, but her face held something even stronger—pride. “She doesn’t need spells,” Silva said as she came to stand beside me. “She is the balance now.” Lila looked at her, confused. “What does that mean?”