El Silvon Novels & Stories

This was the Archon, the head of the Sovereign Circle. "Where is he?" Verina rasped, her voice sounding hollow, processed through a digital filter that made her skin crawl, she looked down at her arms and saw thin, translucent filaments running beneath her skin like glowing veins, they pulsed with a steady, violet light, rhythmic and hypnotic. "Where is Silas?"

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.

“We bait them. Tonight. Private club in Roppongi Kane’s favorite hunting ground. Aiden goes in as my plus-one. I stay visible elsewhere. Draw them out.” Aiden nodded, adrenaline surging. “I’m in.” Silas gripped his nape, pulled him into a hard, possessive kiss. “If anything happens to you—” “It won’t.” Aiden met his gaze. “We end this.” Elena left to coordinate. Silas turned back to Aiden, voice dropping. “One more thing.” He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out a slim black box. Inside: a thin leather collar, discreet, elegant. A small silver tag engraved with S.V.

he huffed. “Yeah, because Sinner’s Halo is such a classy name.” Silas scoffed. “It’s not about class, dear brother. Besides yo,u’ll see just how great my ideas are by this weekend.”

Meanwhile, Silvi, who was now officially Devin's wife, wore a pastel purple dress that matched the inner shirt Devin was wearing. Silvi looked incredibly beautiful and captivating. Her makeup was flawless, with her hair styled in a modern bun. Some strands of hair were left to cascade in waves, highlighting Silvi's sweetness. Devin couldn't take his eyes off her. "Devin, come on," Silvi called out when Devin just stood there, looking at her.

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

He wanted Leon to appear whenever he wanted and let him do what ever he wanted. Anger tore through Leon at the thought of this. He punched down on his pillow with a roar. His phone rang the next second. "Who is this?" He asked as he put the phone to his ear. "Am I speaking with the artist Leon?" A woman asked. "Yes," Leon answered. "I am Seth Jones's assistant. Vivian. I am calling to inquire if you are available for a collaboration. Seth is launching a new album and is looking to working with you for the videos," Vivian introduced herself.

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.

The cottage fell into a deep, rhythmic stillness, the only sound being the slow, steady pop of the remaining embers in the brick fireplace. Jillian Michaels sat on the edge of the plush sofa, head tilted back against the leather cushion, looking out at the silent snow falling against the dark glass of the bay window. The room was dark, lit only by the low orange pulse of the hearth. For a year, the former titan of Wall Street had learned to appreciate this hour—the absolute lack of urgency, the total silence of the corporate servers, and the complete safety of the cove. A soft rustle of silk broke the quiet air.

~Ren~ Dumbfounded, utterly astonished, that’s how I’m feeling at the moment. It’s not that he’s wrong, he’s totally right, yet I don’t want to show him any fucking clue. Am I that easy to read? He looks done perusing my thoughts, Devin broke the eerie silence hovering over us. “I know you…” he slurred. “Too well, agápi mou… coz I love you so much even if you push me away… you’re still the one my heart is longing for… you must love me still…” he shook his head. “You do, you have to…”