Acier Silva Novels & Stories

Salvatore took a slow breath, reached for the box, and opened it. A single breath passed. Then another. Then he jerked back. The room dropped ten degrees. Inside was a vacuum-sealed bag. A severed finger. And on that finger... was Silvio’s silver ring. The one he never took off. The one Alessia had given him when he turned sixteen. A slim band, engraved on the inside with a single word: Sempre. Always. Alessia’s world tilted. She made a sound and it was inhuman. Somewhere between a gasp and a broken sob that cut straight through the bone. Her body jerked forward like she’d been shot. Then her knees gave out beneath her.

Seeing the man's erratic breathing, Kayla stepped back. “It is best you don't black out now,. Your prostitute scholar is already swaying. It is best you stay awake so that nothing happens to your precious baby. It is past my bed time so I am going home. Just because I rolled out a corpse for some well needed flogging, don’t mistake a mortician for a doctor because of my white coat,” Lydia said and Lena was so angered, she her breath hitched and as she started hyperventilating. This caused August to panic and rush for her. He was too busy with Lena to care about video call anymore. Henri unmuted the group chat to fnd that they were actually silent.

The veins in his hand darkened, spreading up his arm like creeping vines, his lips parted in agony. Elizabeth’s eyes widened in horror as she instantly turned to Tressa and pleaded her “Stop it! Please…Stop…” Liam moved too, but Silva shifted, pressing his blade against Liam’s already wounded side, halting him in his tracks “I wouldn’t,” Silva murmured as he pointed in Elena and Alisha’s direction where his other knights pointed their blades at them. “I don’t think you want her to get hurt… do you?” Silva said, his voice was calm but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. He was enjoying this.

Her hips lifted, but he pinned her with one arm across her stomach. She was unraveling. He sucked on her clit just as she tried to rise again. “You come without permission, I stop. You understand?” She sobbed, “Yes—yes, please don’t stop.” His tongue drove deeper, and the pulsing device returned, this time pressing against her tight entrance while he devoured her above. Silvia broke into a thousand pieces but he didn’t let her fall. He pulled back just before the orgasm hit, her whole body shuddering on the edge.

I whispered. The healer finally gave me a genuine smile. "Thank you, Silver." "Kendra." "What?" He looked puzzled. "Silver is my wolf. My name is Kendra." "Well then, it's lovely to meet you, Kendra. I wish it were under better circumstances." Skye stood, letting my hand go, and rolled up his sleeves. "Now then, what do you want to do about this baby? I can save it, or I can do nothing, and it will die."

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.

It was the first time Valeria had spoken to him in such a completely emotionless tone. Silas's smile froze on his face. He felt Valeria's gaze on him, filled with doubt and anger. Valeria walked up to him, holding out a stalk of Moonvine. "Then prove it to me. Prove that you're really allergic." Silas stared at the Moonvine, his heart pounding. If he touched it and had no reaction, the truth would be exposed. The fear of being cornered made his pupils constrict. "Touch it," Valeria commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

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.

"Verina!" Silas was waiting for me at the edge of the cliff; he was hunkered down behind a boulder, his weapon drawn and his eyes scanning the storm for any sign of a counter-assault. He looked wild, his hair caked with ice and his face smeared with grease; he looked like the only thing keeping the mountain from swallowing us whole. He saw me and moved, closing the distance in a few long strides; he grabbed my arm and pulled me down into the rocks' cover. "Did you do it?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the roaring gale; he searched my face, his eyes searching for confirmation.