Novel & Cerita Novel Silir Daksina

Only now did it hit me that there was no love between us anymore. I didn't say anything, and he also remained silent. It looked like whatever tacit understanding we had was used to ensure none of us broke the silence. Then, Andrew said hesitantly, "I was…" A phone call interrupted him, cutting through the awkward atmosphere. He was holding up some gauze, but he stopped at the ringing. The relief on his face was apparent as he answered the phone, his tone gentle. "What's wrong, Nina?" "I'm at your company, Andy, but they won't let me in. They even said I'm not worthy of being your assistant," Nina Moore said on the other end of the line.

The air still smelled like his cologne. His guitar still sat in the corner with a broken string he swore he'd never fix. She opened his closet. Everything looked untouched except for a plain gray hoodie folded too neatly on his bed. Something about it felt… off. She picked it up. A soft thud hit the floor. A leather-bound notebook, thick and worn, with Silas’s handwriting etched across the cover. “Trust no one. Start here.” Sonia froze. She sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through pages of scribbles, codes, maps of Daxton’s campus, names she didn’t recognize, phrases circled in red. At the top of one page, two words stood out in thick ink:

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

A shadow who had watched the fire from the trees and chosen the salt over the ash. Silas Drake let out a wet, rattling snarl. He lunged for the woman, his salt-claws extended. "The map is complete! I have the blood of Ashford! I have the Architect!" Sarka didn't move. She simply raised the black feather. The air around Silas suddenly solidified into a block of transparent salt. He hit the barrier with a dull thud, his body jarring so hard his remaining human teeth shattered. He slid to the floor, his violet eyes wide with a frantic, animal confusion.

It was a face from the Iron Wolves' bloodiest history a man with a jagged scar running from his temple to his jaw, eyes that held the cold vacuum of a black hole, and the heavy, silver-weighted vest of the National President. Silas. The man Dax had fought to a standstill, the man who had nearly turned the Iron Wolves into a private military wing for the Board, was back. But he wasn't just a man anymore. His form was interlaced with glowing red circuits, his skin a translucent mesh of Aegis-grade armor. He was the perfect union of human malice and systemic power. "The prodigal son returns," Silas’s voice boomed, a deep, resonant rumble that shook the copper conduits of the arena. "And he brou

​Dhum tana na na. ​The tension in the room grew until the air seemed to vibrate. The crystals in the chandelier sang a low, rhythmic note. Elara didn't pull away. She leaned her forehead against Kaelen’s chest. She felt the steady, powerful beat of his heart. It was the rhythm of the North, the rhythm of a man who would burn the world to keep her safe. ​"Send me alone," Silas suggested. He looked at them both with a hollow, desperate hope. "I know the protocols. I can infiltrate the facility."

But Silas simply held the tie between his fingers, stepping closer with calm intent. "This will help simulate the dark," he explained deeply, his voice like a steady anchor. "Close your eyes." She did, her lashes fluttering briefly before settling. He draped the silk over her eyes, tying it loosely at the back, secure but not constricting, allowing her to remove it if needed. "There. How does that feel?" The world vanished into blackness, her other senses sharpening: the faint tickle of air from the vent, the subtle scent of his cologne, woody and clean. Kyra sat still, her hands resting in her lap, fingers interlacing in a small, endearing way.

"Hardened Lycan Alphas collapse into whimpering dogs when exposed to that corrupted iron. Yet, you shattered it with a wave of your hands. My men are calling it a miracle. The lower ranks are calling it witchcraft." "And what do you call it, Silas?" Elara asked, her violet eyes meeting his golden ones without flinching. She pulled the fur blanket up slightly, refusing to look weak in front of him, even if her body felt like glass. "I am the bride you bought to secure your borders. Are you regretting the price you paid?" A dark, dangerous smirk carved its way onto the unscarred side of Silas’s face. He leaned down slightly, bringing his face close enough that she could smell the crisp scent o

I teased him. To everyone else out there, Silas was the cold twin. Unlike Kyler who was the bad boy rock star who danced to his own tune, Silas was a calm genius who seldom cracked under pressure, and hardly ever showed any emotion that didn’t go beyond a sharp look of disapproval to those under him, or a light scoff whenever he saw incompetence. But in here, in my room, he was like a different man. I got to see him smile. I saw how he lusted over me. Every touch and every kiss was full of hunger. And when those red eyes that often intimidate others looked at me, my heart would flutter in my chest. I was the only one who got to see him like this, and that feeling alone was the hottest thing

Silas ripped it in two. “It means as much then as it dis now. Silas is just the name I prefer in this realm. It's no who I am, nor who I wish to be. As for what I wis to gain by signing the contract, access to you. There are bigger things at play here, Brianna of the Red Wolves. The time will come when you will learn those answers,” Silas said cryptically, with a smug sort of casualness that begged me to punch his face in. Sug’s darkness ambled forward surrounding Silas.