El Silvon Novels & Stories

The heavy door clicked shut behind her with a finality that made my skin crawl. We were alone. I was panting now, chest heaving, fists still raised like weapons that had already failed me. I waited for an explanation. An apology. Anything that would make sense of this nightmare. Instead, Silvio walked to a bar cart near the window. Crystal decanters caught the afternoon light, throwing rainbows across the walls. He poured himself three fingers of amber liquid, whiskey, and threw it back in one practised motion. "Ahhhh." The sound was satisfaction, pleasure. The liquor burned going down, and he savoured it. Then he reached for a cigar from an ornate box, lit it with a gold lighter, and took a

The door swung open with a bang. A tall figure stepped inside. Noel stiffened. Silvio. Elene’s older brother. If Elene was a snake, Silvio was the viper king. He didn’t waste time. His sharp gaze swept over Noel before turning to his sister. "We don’t have time for this." Elene pouted. "You ruin all my fun." Silvio ignored her. "Vincenzo’s looking for him. We need to move." Move? Noel’s pulse spiked.

You could have heard a pin drop. “I have lots to celebrate,” Silvo slurred. “Even though I’m not Beta anymore, there’s still good stuff happening to our family.” He gestured to me. “My oldest daughter is expecting twins.” He sounded bitter. The crowd was quiet, looking at each other and trying to figure out what the proper response would be. “And my other daughter has found her mate. A good guy. Unfortunately they couldn’t be here today. But we’re going to have a party just for her next week.” He held up his glass of beer, sloshing some around. “With much better booze than this shit.”

"But she is Alpha Enzo's daughter, your cousin, Silvano. Are you serious about this?" "I know what kind of woman I want," Silvano cut her off, his voice a low growl that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. Even after everything, my treacherous body still responded to him. Selene stirred restlessly within me, caught between the instinct to approach our mate and the knowledge that we were no longer welcome.

************** Letty - POV My blood boiled as I overheard Silas yearning for a weak human mate. I had done everything possible to gain Silas's never care for me, but he refused to consider my offer to be his as a real Luna and not a temporary one. Yet, I longed to be a true Luna.

she keeps on saying from the other side but I keep my mouth shut vetoing to say a word. "Lily. Aren't you going to say anything? Lily. Come on just say something to me I do not like this silent treatment you are giving me right now Lily." She knocks again trying as much as much as she can l to get my attention but I'm strengthening my resolve not to utter any word. When I say I am not ready to talk with anyone, I mean it, I think she should know me by now.

Salvatore stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his study, a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. Joseph Conti. The new don of the Conti family. People called him ‘the Ghost’ because he could erase a person from every record, as if they had never existed. Salvatore and Joseph had never crossed paths. The Vitale family controlled Sicelia, while the Conti family ruled San Camptonia. With the entire Therenia Sea stretching between them and keeping their worlds apart, they had nothing to do with each other. Even so, Salvatore knew about Joseph's connection to Irene.

Silen. He’s sitting at the edge of the indoor fountain, long legs stretched out, dark blue hair dripping water down his shoulders. He hums softly to himself, a sound too beautiful for this cursed place. The melody winds through the air like smoke, softening everything it touches. It is a song that only a siren could produce. Bubbles immediately flattens her ears. I scoop her up before she can hiss. “Behave,” I whisper. Silen looks up when I approach, his eyes look like the ocean before a storm. “Morning, Aria,” he says, voice smooth as the song he was just humming. “You survived the night, I see.”

She cried there again silently. And Xander could only curse at himself for causing her to cry silently, again. 🔸🔸🔸

A woman with a broken spiral tattooed across her throat. “No,” Dalen spat. “She brings delay. We don’t need silence. We need answers. And if she won’t give them” A quiet ripple through the bloomlight silenced the rest of his sentence. They all turned. Siran had moved. Just a hand. Just a shift in posture. But it was enough. The spiral beneath her pulsed once, glowing faintly in response. And the wind, which had been still, whispered one word none of them could quite catch but all of them remembered differently.