El Silvon Novels & Stories

he muttered under his breath, but I heard him as he was almost sitting opposite me. I glared at him. “I am no one’s woman.” Silvano hadn’t said a word since I came in. He just sat there, swirling the dark liquid in his glass, his dark eyes unreadable as they were locked on me. To me, his silence was louder than everyone else's noise and I wanted him to talk. I wanted him to say something, like stop me from drinking the wine. The wine was alcoholic, I knew the minute I drowned it in my mouth.

So I took a sip of the water in front of me and waited. I had learnt one thing while getting to know Reine. Silence was the best means to get her to talk. Asking a lot of questions would just make her balk and she would never give you the answer you were looking for. It was much easier to wait for her to give you a concrete answer. “I’m sorry. But she wanted to know why I had not told her anything about you. And she saw the ring. Sandra knows everything about me. I couldn’t lie to her and tell her it was love at first sight. She knows me well enough to know it’s not the truth.”

Silvi shouted in frustration. "Maybe," answered Quirino, not looking at Silvi at all. He was really fed up with this woman. He shouldn't have taken this noisy woman back. “Move or…” Quirino was really tired. "Or what?!" challenged Silvi. “Or are you going to fire me again?!” And before Quirino could say anything, Silvi hugged Quirino very tightly. She no longer cares what he was thinking and begins to monologue herself with her feelings.

How had a vampire lived among my people for so long without being caught? “What can you tell me about him?” I asked. “What kind of worker is he?” The stable master hummed to himself in thought. “Well he’s a quiet sort. Keeps to himself mostly.” “I see,” I said. “Does he have any friends or associates who might know more?”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

Carla groaned and pushed herself up, Damon and Stacy scrambling beside her. When they all looked at me standing tall without falling, their eyes bulged out of their sockets. Carla gasped. “This isn’t a coincidence. King Cassian has landed safely with Liora. We must be close to the Silver Forest.” The moment she uttered these words, ‘Silver Forest,’ a deep, thunderous growl rolled through the clearing, shaking the ground under my feet. Then a massive Silver Wolf materialized out of thin air, its fur shimmering like liquid moonlight. It didn't hesitate even for a second and lunged at me, jaw wide, glowing purple eyes locked on Liora.

A slender woman with sharp red eyes and long golden hair sat behind it. “Lita Master Hemo would like you to get this girl situated. She and the small child in her arms should be in the dining hall in twenty minutes.” Miles gestured to my brother. “I thought his name was Cadogen?” I said, a bit confused. Miles stiffened. He took a deep breath and plastered a smile onto his face. “Here in Veinland we use a person’s surname that is not acquainted with us personally. Master Hemo is this coven’s ruler. His family has ruled this coven since the treaty of silver sion.” I nodded, not really understanding.

The silence on the highway was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, low ticking of the SUV’s idling engine and the frantic, shallow breaths escaping Marco’s lungs beside me. "Step away from him, Lena," Silvio said. His voice was terrifyingly calm, devoid of the frantic energy that had fueled his enforcers down in the ravine. It was the voice of a man executing a routine business transaction. "Bring the box here, and you walk away from this hill alive. You have my word."

"Hello everyone, I'm Julian Rivers. I love sunshine, the sky, and the ocean, so as you can see, isn't the sea behind me beautiful? Actually, I wanted to visit the beach with my parents for a vacation. "But that can never happen now. Still, it's okay. I brought a photo of my parents, so I can pretend they're here with me." I carefully pulled out a photograph from my bag and held it up to the camera. "By the way, my father is a truly remarkable man, and also—" Before I could finish speaking, I suddenly tilted my head back and collapsed. The camera began shaking violently, and panicked voices erupted off-screen. "He's passed out! Quick! Get him to a hospital!"