Jinx X Silco Novels & Stories

‎ ‎All eyes turned to the corner, where Jinx was sitting on a barrel, eating an apple. ‎ ‎Jinx froze. He looked at the map. He looked at the narrow shaft. ‎ ‎"I can fit," he said, swallowing a bite of apple. ‎ ‎"Jinx, no," I said instinctively. "He's a child." ‎ ‎"He's a rogue," Kaelen corrected gently. "And he's the best climber we have. Jinx, if you get in that shaft, you can drop down into the server room and cut the lasers. Can you do that?"

"You have a sealed border, yeah? Silver lining and all that?" Confusion flickered across my face. But something else moved across Jaxon's — recognition, cold and immediate. "Yes," Jaxon said carefully. "It's reinforced with silver. Breaking through it would be nearly—" "Lilith's a witch, Alpha." Ryan said it quietly, "Silver won't even slow her down." The room shifted. No one spoke.

Silimg shifted back to human form, gasping and bleeding, and pulled something from a hidden pocket in her torn clothes. A syringe filled with glowing green liquid that Hart recognized immediately as the silver nitrate compound. “You think I’d challenge you without insurance?” Silimg said, her voice ragged. “I made a deal with the hunters, Cole. They want Hart, I want your pack. We both get what we want.” She lunged forward with supernatural speed enhanced by dark magic, driving the syringe toward Cole’s chest. Hart moved without thinking, his body shifting to wolf form mid-run, and he crashed into Silimg before the needle could connect with Cole.

I slammed my siphon down, releasing every bit of the electrical current that I had somehow pulled to me, sending him backwards and out of the cage. I pulled back the roots to see him lying on the ground, half his body was charred and burnt but he was still breathing. Silas slowly crawled to his feet, swaying back and forth. "For Zafrina." I said pulling a root, piercing one of his legs. "For Xander." I said pulling another to pierce his other leg. "For the guardians." I said piercing his arm. "For all those women you have hurt." I said piercing his other arm. Silas was screaming in pain and there was not an ounce of me that cared. "For all the others that you have tried to kill." I said pier

"What do you want with me? Are you looking to die?" Silas chuckled darkly, taking a slow step toward her. "Scream all you want. No one's coming to save you. You'd be better off serving us. If you're good, we'll let you go." As he spoke, he patted her face with his hand. Zoey spat in his face, her breath quick with fear but refusing to back down. "I'm Jonathan Sinclair's fiancee. If you touch me, you'll regret it!" Silas wiped his face, his eyes narrowing with anger. "How dare you spit on me? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

Silvio against two men. ****

groans Axel. Selina attempts to land her second elbow in the same location. This time, Axel responds by putting his right leg between Selina's and dragging her down with a Judo move. Thud. As soon as she was about to kiss the ground, she rolled forward. This also ended Axel's chance to subdue Selina. “Wait, wait, wait, Selina!” Axel yells. “Stop fighting. I don't want to hurt you, and I believe you think the same way of me.”

“I wanted to.” I have a sigh, turning away only to see that Kyla made a silent exit while Jax diverted my attention. I stoop down to pick up my water bottle and sweatshirt- it was chilly earlier this morning- and straighten, darting Jax a glance out of the corner of my eye. He’s still standing there looking sheepish, his head hung, hands shoved in his pockets. The silence between us is deafening until he speaks up again. “Quinn… I’m a fucking idiot.”

He looked very strong. Solomon zoomed back to the scene and flung a fist at his chin. It landed there, and Silas flew to the snow-coated floor. He stood up gently and removed the red sycamore stake from his jacket. He zoomed towards Solomon, but Zion and Jocelyn flung him away with magic.