Alex Shepherd Silent Hill Novels & Stories

Mr. Hill was in distress. He has never been this troubled in his life since his wife. And that was almost a long time ago. When he and Alexis got home that night, it was as silent as ever. They were both too sullen to notice that their security alarm went off that night.

So it was that when a familiar navy-blue Bentley nosed into the kerb in front of the house, an accumulation of frustration and over-taxed emotions saw Alex Hill sitting upright on her garden bench with tears running down her cheeks she was in no way attempting to staunch. In fact she didn’t even notice the Bentley and it was only when Max Goodwin stood in front of her that she suddenly realized she was not alone.

she felt goose bumps all over her body but quietly obeyed and stayed still. Answering to the call he almost shouted "what, like seriously? I can't believe it, are you for real?" he went on asking questions which made Haya curious, she tried to move but his grip was so strong. How can he even do that, managing two things at the same time "What are you thinking wildcat” His voice boomed interrupting her thoughts. "Leave me." she uttered looking away. "Do you even know that your friend Zeenas is getting married to my friend Ahad"

“The portal? To Hell?” “Yes.” “And by situation, do you mean the whole Ichabod Crane, Headless Horseman fiasco?” “Precisely. It wasn’t a Headless Horseman doing the killing, it was a Reaper. And the school teacher’s name wasn’t really Ichabod Crane. Washington Irving just borrowed that name from a Revolutionary War hero.” “I see.” “None of that is really important right now,” Cutter said, his arms flailing out in front of him almost in exasperation. “What is important is how you fit into all of this.”

She returned to take the Spanish Flan. But when she looked up, she saw him there. Alex Wilson. Standing outside the house looking directly at her. Alex Wilson was standing in the land where the Rodriguez mansion stood. He had a sadistic and sly grin on his face. It made her shiver. Her core is so shaken up she didn’t hear Calian coming in. “Nya, everything okay?” “hmm… Yeah everything… everything is fine. Perfect.” “Do you want me to hold those for you?”

Hunter's deep voice reverberates from his throat, and I gulp. The tension wafting through the air is thick and suffocating. I drop my eyes to the ground, wishing for it to just open up and swallow me whole so I could get the hell out of here. "The person I want to talk to is Ava," Axl says coldly. I don't know how long they stood there and glared daggers at each other before I felt Hunter lower himself down to my height. His breath hot on my neck. It sends a pleasurable sensation across my skin, spreading deliciously down the in between of my thighs..

They wanted everything, and they wanted it now. Solmyra and Maeron stood a few feet away, silent but seething. Their bodies bore the marks of recent defeat, but their eyes promised something more violent. Serena helped Alexandro to his feet, draping his arm over her shoulder. “We won’t make it far,” he said through a wince. “Then we’ll crawl if we have to.” Just as they took a step, the wall at the rear of the chamber rumbled—a secret door creaking open in the shadows. A figure slipped inside, silent as a ghost, her blade drawn.

Tears blurred the edges of the room. The six bodies on the bed froze for a single suspended second. Six pairs of eyes turned toward the doorway. There was no panic. No scramble for covers. Alex’s gaze met his mother’s with the same controlled assessment his father used, then he simply guided the girl on his face back into rhythm. Kai’s hand settled on the back of the girlfriend’s head and encouraged her to continue. The message was wordless and absolute: the interruption changed nothing.

"Grace isn't waiting anymore. The patrol said she was taken by rogue wolves. In the forest." Philip crumpled to the floor, guilt crushing him. "I left her there… I left her alone in that forest… I killed her…" Then, a knock came from the door. Philip's eyes lit up. He pushed his mother aside and ran to open it. "She's back! It has to be Grace!" When he opened the door, however, it was just a mailman. "Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it."

“We’ll get her. But not like this.” They moved toward the door. Alex stumbled once. Seraph caught his arm without thinking. He looked up at her, eyes red. “You cut the power in the dark,” he whispered. “You always choose light. I’m sorry I couldn’t.” Sloane pulled him away. The door closed behind them. The apartment went silent. Seraph stood there, phone buzzing in her hand,it was Alexa phone, flash drive cutting into her palm, knife on the floor ten feet away. Another message lit up the screen. Unknown number.