Alex Shepherd Silent Hill Novels & Stories

That and because, whenever Cassidy started screaming like this, it scared the bejesus out of everyone, including Jo. Her legs carried her down the hallway of the house they’d borrowed from Lucas’s Souled Vampire friend, Adrian, who wasn’t even there to sleep in his own bed. He had volunteered to track Holland’s car when it left the castle in Poland during the last attack. Now, they had a good idea where the Vampire queen was hiding, but their best weapon was still on the fritz, and even though Heather McBride assured them that things were getting better, this was night twelve in a row where Cassidy woke all the Hunters with her screaming and sent all of the Guardians who weren’t related to h

Either way, it just kind of happened. Twenty-three year old Alex is desperately trying to work out one of his many math problems on his homework when, out of the corner of his eye, a bright light catches his attention. He turns his head, looking out the window, and there, on the roof right across from his, so close to Alex own roof that Alex could have touched his foot, was the one and only Ash.

She smirked and stood up, walking towards Alexa. "Hey, Alexa." She called and Alexa looked up at her, a frown creeping up on her face. "What are you doing here, Miss Hills?" She asked irritatedly and her eyes caught Liam standing behind her. "This was your busy place? Really nice." She said sarcastically. "Who is she?" Ryder asked slowly and Alexa chuckled. "I guess he doesn't know you afterall. Ryder, meet Miss Hills of SH Apparels." She introduced and Ryder's mouth fell open.

“We have to go!” “I’m not leaving him!” she cried, struggling against his grip. But Ethan’s voice was unyielding. “If you stay, you’ll die. Alex wouldn’t want that!” Sasha’s tears streamed down her face as she was dragged out of the cabin, the sounds of the fight echoing behind her. As they stumbled into the forest, Sasha looked back one last time. Through the shattered window, she saw Alex standing over the creature, his eyes glowing brighter than ever. But something was wrong. His silhouette was changing, shifting into something monstrous.

Ignore the need to keep the overall supernatural existence secret. Coming clear of the room, Ashley paused. She’d heard movement. Covering her flashlight, she listened and saw the glow of lighting coming from the end of a corridor. Was Hector or his buddies returning? Was it help? Did Sal realize she’d not followed him? He’s so busy doing his job that she’d been a weight holding him back. Now she’d proved this to him in spades. If this helped, she’d be prepared for the consequences. There’d be hell to pay.

Maybe I just needed to chill out a little bit. Satisfied that I no longer resembled a serial killer, I headed back to the space outside the holding rooms. Ashley was no longer catatonic. Instead, she was sobbing. The woman next to her, whose thoughts told me her name was Sarah, and that she was an Independent Hunter, had her arm around Ashley and was whispering soothing, yet otherwise meaningless, phrases like, “It’ll be okay. Just breathe.” How did she know it would be okay? Did she have any idea how hard it was just to take another breath when your whole world was missing?

“It certainly smells like you, that’s for sure.” With Holly’s wispy voice floating in the background, I focused on the road and on sending my thoughts down the mate-bond to wherever Asher currently was. He’d been radio silent all day, which wasn’t too concerning since I’d know if anything serious happened to him. Given that the house was surrounded by wolves, his silence made perfect sense.

Unflinching. “I’m not bitter,” she says evenly. “If anything, you and Hulio suit each other. Birds of a feather.” Then her tone sharpens. “But let’s test your theory. If I weren’t truly Alexa, how would I know this?” Ashley sneers. “Know what?” The room holds its breath. My gaze flicks to Hulio, his eyes glued to Alexa, awe softening his features. “That you and Absalom Mage plotted to have me raped by that man years ago at my art sanctuary here in Hills’ Mansion.”

She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her hoodie and then she pouted. We were all silent, well they were. I'm always silent. The only thing you could hear was the radio on low volume and the crinkling bags as we ate. "Have you done it before?" Samantha suddenly spoke up. My eyebrows furrowed and I sent her a questioning look. "Killing someone..."

--- Alex lay awake past midnight and replayed Bridget’s voice in the garden. *I don’t think you’re monstrous.* *Alive, not just obedient.* *Mine to carry into a harder conversation.* The silence toward Troy still stood. Silas’s terms still stood. But the house had a different temperature in it now, subtle and fragile, like a window cracked in a room that had been sealed. Alex turned on his side and faced the empty dark where a reply from Troy used to be possible. He didn’t send one. He held the crack instead, and the choice under it, and the long shape of days that might finally be bending toward something other than only endurance.