Novel Silir Daksina Novels & Stories

"Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?" Caught in his lie, Rhett froze for a moment, then ran off in a flustered, furious rage. Unlike before, I didn't chase after him to comfort him. I let him vent his anger. The guests gradually left. As the wind howled along the coast, I returned to my room alone. As soon as I pushed the door open, a strong stench of blood hit me. I saw the bloodstains on the ground. The puppy was lying there, with its eyes closed and its breathing stopped.

I am Lily, a writer of the darkest, most forbidden desires. By day—or rather, in the quiet hours when the world fades—I craft tales that twist pleasure with primal fear, where innocence shatters under the weight of monstrous hunger. My fingers have never known a lover’s touch. I remain untouched, a virgin whose body stays sealed away while my mind roams the shadows of lust. Every story I pen is an escape, a secret indulgence. The words I spill onto the page are my only release.

alive and fine! It is true that there are some scratches on his face..but it is okay that he is a strong alpha and these scratches will not kill him She smiled wide in her happiness, but she noticed his suspicious silence to move away from his embrace with a strong feeling that warns that bad will happen now! Her smile faded as she stared into her father's dark eyes "Daddy??" I whispered in fear of his silence and the color of his eyes that changed, he was a normal brown and now it's dark?

Kael countered, but his lie sounded thin even to my ears, and the murmurs from the crowd started to grow into a low, angry growl that vibrated through the floorboards. ​"Stop lying to us, Kael. We all know that scent, and we all know the stories about Darius having a wolfless daughter who vanished on her wedding day," a senior warrior named Silas yelled from the back of the room, and he stepped forward with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Raven, eyes glistening, replied, "Thank you, Silas. Today, you've shared more than just stories. You've shown me your heart." In the vast contrast of their world, if Silas was the raw echo of the wilderness, with its untamed rivers and silent forests, then Shade stood as a testament to mankind’s conquests—a living embodiment of the metropolis and its ceaseless heartbeat. While Silas’s world was a symphony of nature's serenades, Shade’s essence resonated with the cacophonous yet harmonious blend of urban rhythms.

Tyrell finished, and Alpha Daniel continued. "She is a Silver Blood. Not many of you know about it, but it's true. We kept it a secret for a long time because I needed to keep her out of harm's way and prevent her from being used, but I couldn't, as she has already gone through the ordeal. You wanted to know—there you have it." There was silence everywhere once more while my mother remained quiet on the couch. A lot was going on, and she needed to rest. Not being concerned with all this right now, she has gone through a lot.

Percival looks up and growls, but Silas gives him a bone-chilling look. Silas drops down and licks the blood off of my breast without warning. His cold breath immediately hardens my nipples, and a moan escapes me. A humming comes from his chest as he pulls away, and I cling to him for dear life. He hums louder, and my mind goes fuzzy. I see him send a quick look to Duron and feel him plunge his finger deep into my core. My hands release Silas and find the sheets clutched tight in my grasp. I feel Cyrus trailing kisses on my scarred shoulders and back, and Kendrick and Sam giving attention to my breasts but being a lot more gentle than Percival was.

Anger flared, sharper than the morning frost. Trixie lives. She shouldn’t have. He pressed the dagger’s flat edge into his palm, the sting steadying his fury. He fixed his gaze on the distant den’s peak. Every step from this cairn would lead him toward tradition or blood. Toward loyaltyor betrayal. “I spared you,” he whispered into the wind, “but not forever.” With purpose in every stride, Silas vanished into the forest, rage and resolve echoing with each booted step ready to face the heavens he’d broken and the daughters who challenged him.

That Cain said she wasn't ready. But his words had awakened something hungry and desperate inside her. Something that wanted to be known, to be claimed, to be loved with the same terrifying intensity he was offering. "What happens if I do it again?" she asked. "If I slip into your dreams?" Silas's smile was dark and full of promise. "Then I'll make sure to give you something worth dreaming about." His mouth captured hers before she could respond, kissing her with a desperation that stole her breath. It was different from his brothers....Damian kissed like he was claiming territory, Damon kissed like he was starting a war. But Silas kissed like he was drowning and she was air.

The appearance of the "Draft One Silas" was a "Narrative Abomination" that turned the "Unmapped" North into a landscape of shifting chronologies. He stood in the center of the courtyard, a titan of pure, unadulterated "Alpha Arrogance." He wore the original Blackwood armor, polished to a mirror sheen, and his eyes were two solid pools of stormy grey that held no "Biological Remorse." He carried the "True Silver Dagger," and his scent was the overwhelming, suffocating smell of a pack that had never been "Purified."