Novel Silir Daksina Novels & Stories

Still off. He looks at me. Then at Pride. He raises his hand. “No.” Sky’s voice. She’s already moving. Lightning, but not at him. At the ground between him and Pride. A wall of white fire, screaming. Silas walks through it. His skin blisters. His hair smokes. He doesn’t stop. Null walks through hell if he has to. Creek slams both palms down. Gold vines erupt — not to bind Silas. To make a cage around Pride. Lyana. A dome, thick, living.

I was damping my hands before tapping my face lightly with water. I hope this wakes me up. “Get your shit together, Lianna!” I whispered to myself. I turned the faucet off and that was when silence enveloped the bathroom. Something crawled within my skin. I didn’t realize I was all alone in the restroom! With fear and slight annoyance, I quickly walked out of the bathroom with my heart beating loudly. I was so fucking scared, alright! “Fuck,” I cursed. “What the hell was that?” I held my chest tightly, hoping a single hand of mine would at least calm the beating. But it didn’t work, my heart was hammering through my ribs and it was amplifying through my whole system.

Kayla said politely. “You can call me Hyacinth,” the woman introduced herself, causing Kayla to raise a brow. “Hyacinth, like the book?” she asked her. “Exactly like the book,” the woman answered. “Is that why you like it so much?” Kayla asked in astonishment. “Yes, and no. I like it because I wrote it,” Hyacinth said and Kayla paused and looked at the little woman, before turning over the page and looking between the picture of the author and the woman before her. She saw the resemblance quickly.

Selina knew exactly what he was thinking. Once both of them calmed down, and Raven had straightened his clothes for what felt like the tenth time, they headed to Silas’s office. "Finally. I’ve been dying to say this," Silas said with a huge grin the moment they walked in. He looked annoyingly excited. Raven asked, "So, what did you find?" Silas leaned on his desk. "Selina’s blood doesn’t just accelerate physical healing. It also seems resistant to several dangerous substances."

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.

She wasn’t. “Who is she?” I asked one of my men, my voice low. “New player. Claims to run weapons out of Odessa. Calls herself Sabrina.” Sabrina. A lie, of course. But a good one. She moved like a woman with blood on her hands, like someone who had seen the worst this world could offer and made it her home. “Let her through,” I said. “I want to see what she’s selling.” I leaned back in my chair, watching as she made her way toward the VIP section.

The cold wind cuts through the trees as I run—faster than I’ve ever run before. My paws dig into the forest floor, claws slicing through roots and debris. The scent of blood, fire, and fear is thick, clinging to every breath like ash. We are no longer hiding. No longer running. We are meeting death at the threshold and daring it to blink first. I am Silvara, born of divinity, forged in the underworld, and chosen by the Moon herself. I am not just Anika’s wolf—I am her wrath, her strength, her divine right.

The phantom pain of Kaelen Thorne's rejection was entirely gone, cauterized by Silas's fire. The silence stretched, tight and peaceful, until a low, rhythmic vibration began to rattle against my ribs. Silas was rumbling. Not a growl of anger, but a deep, resonant rumble of complete, undeniable satisfaction. He slowly pushed himself up, bracing his weight on his forearms, looking down at me. The crimson fire was gone from his eyes, replaced by a dark, soft obsidian that held an intensity so profound it made my breath catch. t

Kilian snapped. “Rest, herbs, meditation,” Silas replied, as though the solution were simple. “They will recover.” The boy was carried away, his comrades whispering nervously as they dispersed. Their eyes followed Kilian—not with the respect he expected, but with unease. Later that day, Nova found herself in the infirmary. She had come for fresh bandages after a border skirmish, but the air was heavy with the sharp tang of herbs. Vials lined the shelves, powders of deep green and sickly yellow. Silas worked silently, his back to her, grinding something into dust with deliberate precision.

The door opened before us, resembling a scene from a horror movie, contrasting with the previously vibrant and colorful shrine. "I'll go inside, El. You and Drake stay here," Silas declared sternly, his eyes fixed on me. I couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Drake, make sure she doesn't follow me, understand?" Drake shook his head. It frustrated me further that he obeyed Silas, who harbored animosity toward him. ***** Silas - POV "Fuck this rotten smell," Ray hissed. "I can't pick up Emily's scent." The place was filled with darkness and coldness, with the cries of tortured souls begging for release from Hellfire. I cautiously took each step, scanning the surroundings for any trace, but I c