Novel Silir Daksina Novels & Stories

Her entrance had cracked the silence, but now the silence was gone, replaced by chaos, and chaos had a way of showing where fault lines ran. On her left, a cluster of younger wolves pressed forward, faces flushed with defiance. She caught the sharp profile of Darius, Silas’s second, who looked like he might leap from his skin if anyone gave the word. On her right, the elder wolves drew back, their conversations low and urgent, as though deciding whether she was a storm to ride or one to be buried by. Nicole let the noise wash over her, then sharpened her hearing, picking threads out of the din.

Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real. There was something about Sierra I had noticed over the years; she didn't have a plastic body like the other girls in the club. Maybe that's why I was drawn to her. “Among other things.” Sierra whispered in my ear. I shut my eyes, raising a hand. Still, part of her job was fake seduction for cash. “Stop.” I murmured. “Can I have that note back?” She asked, holding her hand out. I smirked. “You think I'm arrogant?”

"On the next full moon, which is, hmm, in a week, you will be Luna of this pack. Kaelen will be Alpha." He bowed. "Congratulations, my lady." "What about Silas? What happened to him?" "He disappeared," Darius replied. "I've tried tracking him, but it feels like he just vanished. And I am officially Beta to his brother." He let out a bitter laugh. "And I am going to tell you this free of charge. I hate his brother." "Now get out of my room." I didn't even argue with him. The stench in the room was suffocating.

He rested the shaft of his halberd against his iron shoulder guard. "The treaty Damon brought to my tent was garbage, Elena," Silas replied, his voice a smooth, cultured baritone that carried clearly over the roaring flames. "He offered me copper and empty promises while his own territory was rotting from a divine curse. I don't sign contracts with dying Alphas."

Cass writing to Dessa. The first contact of the next phase. And Sera— at the window, looking out, not counting anything. Not compressing anything. Not waiting for anything. Just—present. In the work. In the room. In the life she had built from silence and patience and the specific stubborn belief that invisible people deserved to be seen— and that someone had to be willing to do the work of making that true. She had been willing. They all had. And the work the real, living,

They were breathtaking. Zion’s was an intricate outline of a wolf howling at the moon, but the details were finer, and she could almost feel his presence within her. Gunther’s red dragon over her left breast moved from lying down to standing, and its tail curled around from her breast to her back. But the one which truly surprised her was Silas. It was the largest of the three and expanded from her right cheek, down her nape, to the tip of her shoulder. Unlike the darkness of his Lias, the mark itself was a soft gold with purple bleeding in, the design similar to hers on Zion and Gunther. Were they a sign of her husbands attachments to her?

He hits the other eye of Daman before letting go of his weak body. Zayn got to his feet and turned away from him, breathing calmly and steadily. "You really think you can walk in and rule Baridoki? The kingdom that has never been defeated in war. Silas brought you and your warriors to your death" Daman silently rose to his feet and stared at Zayn from behind with his face covered in blood and two black eyes that made it almost impossible to see. His fingers grew into claws once again and he pulled forward to stab into Zayn but he saw it coming already.

The iron gates of the Midnight Moon fortress groaned as they swung open, revealing a world of tension and bared teeth. I stood ten paces behind Killian, my fingers digging into the wool of my black dress. My heart was a frantic bird in my chest, and my pregnancy made me feel dizzy in the midday sun. Silas stood on the other side of the neutral zone, flanked by six of his elite Silver Crest warriors. He looked powerful, his Alpha aura radiating off him in waves that made the grass at his feet wither. But his face was different.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see