Novel Silir Daksina Novels & Stories

A heavy, pulsing golden cord that suddenly went taut, linking my frantic heartbeat to the steady, predatory rhythm of his. We hit the forest floor with a thud that rattled my teeth. Moss and dirt sprayed into the air, and for a second, the world went gray. I groaned, trying to push away, but Silas’s grip didn't loosen. He he held me flush to his chest. His breathing is slowing, like I was the one claiming him down. His long silver hair is a curtain that lay draped across the moss and dirt. His eyes weren't just black; They were endless, reflecting a version of me I didn't recognize—a woman who looked like she belonged exactly where she was.

Silas whispered, disappearing into a blur of speed. ​Elara closed her eyes. At first, there was only darkness. Then, she felt it, the vibration of a footstep, the scent of Silas’s cologne, the shift in the wind. When Silas tried to tap her shoulder from behind, she spun and caught his wrist in a death grip, her eyes snapping open with a flash of silver.

“Sila. Love is one thing but what about your safety? He was there with you and you still got hurt.” Sila chuckled at that in sarcastic humour. “Isaac. I am the daughter of Bratva's Pakhan and sister of the man who is known as ‘The Sinner’ in our world. But still, they were able to hurt me. They not only snatched my innocence, but my identity from me. For years, I lived a soulless life. No physical pain could word the feelings I went through in the last few years. Klaus brought my soul back to this body. He brought my smile back. Yes, he couldn't stop me getting hurt but he was the one who saved me. Did you know he drove like a maniac to the hospital and didn't leave my side for a second. He

“You two already smitten with this girl? Can’t even keep yourselves in check?” He ran a hand slowly through his hair, pushing his locs back as his cold gaze flicked to me. “Is she really that different from the others… or are you both just that desperate to lose control again?” “She’s different,” Silas responded, and I bit my bottom lip as I felt his warm breath tickle my clit. “I am not sure why but Draziel craves her. He wants her… I want her.” And as soon as the words left his mouth, Silas closed the distance.

He presented it to me on a flat palm. I broke the seal and spread the paper under the light of a single candle. It was from our eyes within the House of Drakos. My blood turned to ice as I read the script. "They are moving," I muttered, handing the letter to Axel. "Silas is not just hiding; he is whispering in the High Lord’s ear. He is feeding them our formations, our supply routes, and the weaknesses of our mountain passes. Worst of all, they already know of the fated bond. They know Lena is my weakness."

Silas complains. Silas, like myself, is a dark Fae with the ability to inflict hysteria on any individual causing them to become confused, disoriented, and all the while going slowly but steadily mad. He makes people see their truest and deepest fears, using them to his advantage to get what he wants, which makes him a powerful ally in all of this. I trust him about as far as I can throw him, which, in all honesty, wouldn’t be very far. He’s a big ass dude and I’m at least a foot shorter than him and about a hundred pounds lighter. My gift, on the other hand, is the ability to inflict diseases or other afflictions upon anyone I want.

DANE I kicked away the last chunk of broken stone and took a deep breath. The air here wasn’t right. It was thick and cold, like breathing in ash and frost. Silva stepped beside me. Her eyes glowed faintly, her hands lit with holy fire. She pressed two fingers to the ground, then pulled them back quickly. The glow flickered. “It’s here,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Yeah,” I muttered, staring at the jagged crack running through the mountain like a scar. The earth was split wide open, and from it, black mist rolled out slowly, curling along the rocky ground like smoke from a cursed fire.

In a blur, he was right in front of her, his hand reaching for her throat. Faith tilted her head back, dodging his fingers by an inch. She grabbed his wrist. The moment her skin touched his, she felt a cold, draining sensation. He was a Nullifier, his body was designed to suck the energy out of her. “I can feel it,” Silas whispered, a twisted smile on his face. “The Source. It’s so bright. It’s so warm.” Faith gritted her teeth. She didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed. She opened the gates of her power and flooded his system with silver light.

Tess could still remember how out of place she’d felt in the avant garde atmosphere. “Psiri is fantastic and a lot more laid back. I didn’t feel like I was on display, if that makes any sense.” Her manners and introverted ways had made her feel out of place in Soho, but the Psiri was patronized by so many different nationalities, no one person stood out. Dash shrugged, his broad shoulders moving fluidly. “I have never been to Soho and it has been several years since I indulged in the nightlife of Athens.” he said.

"Firstborn of the Sky Woman, Sel, patron of the Seluitah tribe, conceals itself within the moon and envelops our world in the light it reaps from the sun. This it does to protect the world from the powers of the Darkness." Lyda nodded her head in affirmation. That was exactly how Iris described the Light Twin, even by name. She turned the parchment over and resumed her smearing routine. This side of the page appeared similar to other. The invisible passage was revealed and a name was written at the top of the page. This one Lyda had never heard before, and she could not help but whisper aloud as she read it. "SIKAR." The gust of wind suddenly swept through the spring again, but this time, it