Novel Silir Daksina Novels & Stories

Dark gave a small nod and headed to his room. I stepped into the room where Silas was still being treated. He lay peacefully, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythm. His arms and chest were bandaged, but the worst was behind him. Beside him, Dara slept in a small chair, her legs curled, her head leaning close to his arm. I stepped closer. She stirred the moment I reached for her. “No… don’t…” she whispered. Her eyes were still closed. “I’ll protect him… I’ll never leave…”

The dark night had fallen. Around us, the chirping of crickets filled the silence, their song weaving through the darkness that enveloped the forest where we stood. It was quiet—deeply, almost unnervingly quiet. A gentle breeze began to stir, causing the old windows of the cabin to creak and groan as if whispering secrets long forgotten.

Elara touched her stomach lightly, whispering her own silent prayer. The cycle began again—darker, more isolated, but bound by Kai’s suffocating love and the fragile new life growing inside her.

Suddenly, a figure emerged—a man cloaked in darkness, his eyes glowing an unnatural shade of silver. “Well, isn’t this interesting,” the man drawled, his voice smooth and venomous. Soren stepped in front of me, his body a shield. “Who are you?” The man smirked. “Just a messenger. But you can call me Silas.” “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my attempt at bravery. Silas tilted his head, his silver eyes locking onto mine. “You, of course. The queen of a bond that shouldn’t exist. Tell me, Elixir, how does it feel to be the center of a lie?”

The desert wind was a physical blow, a wall of hot, abrasive grit that tasted like copper and old graves. Verina gasped, her lungs burning as she collapsed onto the shifting dunes, the transition from the sterile, humming metal of the Geneva Vault to the vast, indifferent Sahara felt like a violent amputation. She reached out, her fingers clawing at the sand until they found the warmth of Silas’s jacket. He was slumped beside her, his chest heaving, the vibrant, pulsing violet glow of the Symmetry link finally extinguished, leaving his skin pale and slick with a cold, sickly sweat.

Drake would be the unyielding force by Silas' side as long as he planned to harm them because of a grudge that went beyond life and death. Meanwhile, Silas reclined on his throne within the dimly lit chamber of the vampire citadel, his mind preoccupied with the enigma that was the female Lycan. Drake, his ever-loyal right-hand man, had proven himself to be a formidable asset when it came to gathering information. Silas knew he could rely on his cunning and resourcefulness to unveil the identity of the mysterious Lycan female. He leaned back, the cool darkness enveloping him as his thoughts delved into the complexities of the supernatural world.

“Who is she?” His crimson eyes flicker to mine. “I don’t know. I don’t see them. I just see…” “Thalia.” As soon as Damien mutters her name, there was no stopping Silas from shifting. His clothes rip at the seams. He drops down to all fours as the remnants of the material fall from his large black Wolf. ‘Is Silas’s Wolf bigger than me?’ Aero mutters ‘Later!’ I snap Silas pauses to stare at me and then breaks through the door, charging out to the forest.

Seraphine stepped in coldly. “Stand down.” Nobody moved. Silas’s body remained between me and everyone else. Protective. Possessive. Terrifyingly instinctive. And somehow— that raging dominance inside him made the chaos inside me calm slightly. I hated that. I hated how safe he felt. Darius noticed too. “Interesting.” Silas snapped without looking away from me. “Shut up.” Darius ignored him. “She stabilizes when he asserts dominance.” My cheeks heated instantly. “That’s not—”

He was painting a target on our backs that was even larger than I had imagined. “And you can protect us from these… hunters?” Kairi asked, his tone dripping with skepticism. “Protect? No,” Silas said, his smile sharpening. “But I can predict them. I understand their patterns because I, too, am a creature of novelty. I can help you navigate not just the geography of this place, but the politics. There are other refugees here, you know. Other ‘anomalies.’ Some are harmless. Some are… not. You blundered in here with the subtlety of a supernova. Every consciousness in this realm felt your arrival. Some will be curious. Others will see you as a threat. Or prey.”

Yes, I was a hate filled bastard that yearned to make everyone around me hateful as well. I would make their lives hell. I knew what they were the moment they made mention of needing blood, Scarvyns, blood sucking witches. I was repulsed to say the least. But these goons obviously did not care about what they even were. “Fuck yeah!” Silas said with a crazed smirk on his face. “I always thought you both were smoking hot but now,” he leaned down to toy with a strand of Dahlia’s hair, “as girls, you're even better… I'm taking the first round,” he declared.