Novel Silir Daksina Novels & Stories

I ran toward them. Vera followed. “Stay back!” Silas snapped, power rippling around him. But Vera stepped forward. “I know what you are, Silas.” He turned. “Ah. My little deserter.” “I’m not yours anymore.” “You were never mine. Just useful.” She growled. “Not anymore.” Then everything happened fast. Vera lunged. Silas raised his hand. I grabbed Daisy. Zuri screamed. And the tower cracked. Daisy’s POV Lycan pulled me back just as Silas blasted Vera into the wall. She groaned but stood again.

she replied. “What about Xenia’s?” I questioned. “She’s not linked to him, so she can’t harm him if she tried,” she smiled. This was news to me. “So, Silas is invincible?” I questioned. “To an extent he is. Funny, the only thing that can kill him happens to be the only thing that can kill Draco; a beast by the name of Krallion. Should the beast be summoned, the both of them will be in grave danger,” she explained warily.

But in the artificial heat of this moment, it only added fuel to the fire. ​"She’s a bottomless pit of need, isn't she?" Silas rasped, his eyes locking onto mine with a challenge that defied blood or brotherhood. ​He didn't wait for a verbal answer. He moved into the narrow space between us, and with a low, guttural grunt of effort, he guided his own length into her, finding the opening she had saved for him. Sienna let out a sound that wasn't human—a high, keening wail of pure sensory overload as she was filled by both of us simultaneously.

“Then we introduce ourselves.” A shout came from the northern wall. Darius immediately turned. A guard ran towards them carrying something wrapped in cloth. “We found this outside the gate.” He handed it to Silas. Inside was a book. Old leather, cracked with age. Silas opened it. Every page was blank except the first. One sentence had been written there. YOU CANNOT REMEMBER EVERYONE.

“But I won’t walk away from her either.” The audacity of his words sent a fresh wave of fury through me, and I felt Kade pushing closer to the surface, his growls echoing in my mind. “You don’t get to make that choice,” I snapped. “Lillias is my daughter, the future of this pack, and I will not let her throw her life away for someone like you.” “Someone like me,” Silas repeated, a bitter edge to his voice. “You don’t even know who I am.”

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

"One cut, and the poison spreads through the victim's body like liquid night. Death comes slowly. Painfully." I ran my finger along the blade's edge. A thin line of blood appeared on my skin, but instead of pain, I felt only satisfaction. The dagger wanted to cut. It wanted to hurt. Just like I did. "And the other gift?" I asked. Silas turned from the window and walked to me. In his hand was a small crystal pendant, dark as midnight but shot through with veins of purple light. "The dream whisper," he said, placing it around my neck. "While Lunara sleeps, you can enter her mind. Plant doubts. Twist her memories. Make her question everything she thought she knew about love."

“I’m tired.” “Then let me see your phone.” Dahlia tightened her hold using the only card she had left up her sleeve. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, “Why?” Her voice trembled. “Why do you always do this?” Silas frowned, taken aback by her reaction, suddenly hating to see her cry. It did something to his heart. Something he couldn’t put a finger on. “Do what?” “Every time I say I’m tired, every time I want to be left alone, you interrogate me like I’ve committed a crime.”

Again repeating, NOT FOR TOO SOFT/FAINT HEARTED PEOPLE! 1) D A K S H A D V A I T S I N G H