Novel Silir Daksina Novels & Stories

~~ROMAN~~ Silas was seething. The tension in his body and anger rolling off him was almost funny if I wasn't so upset myself. It is very rare to see the collected Silas this angry and I could see the surprise in Darya's eyes even though she tried so much to hide it. It still amazes me until now how much she has changed. How stronger and more deceptive she has become over the years- how much the woman we once gave our heart to had turned and changed.

And he equipped it with a hidden arsenal of non-lethal weaponry, designed to subdue any threats without resorting to violence. He even added a compartment filled with specialized equipment: ultraviolet lamps, designed to repel creatures of the night, sonic emitters, capable of disrupting the senses of supernatural beings, and vials of a strange, luminescent liquid, its purpose a closely guarded secret, all designed to counter the unknown threats of the Crimson Zone. Silas was a master of his craft, a meticulous engineer, a silent guardian. He left no detail overlooked, no precaution unheeded. He was determined to ensure Riana's safety, even if it meant defying the odds.

he warns Navori, who nods while Myra watches them. “How are you both even in the human realm?” Myra asked, still confused when only the queen phoenix and her sparrow Sinsa could open gates. “Let's just say, I sucked Sinsa dry for all she is worth, and her blood still had magic in it; the gate will remain open as long as I want,” he says, and Myra's eyes bulge; he was sick and twisted. “Yeah, and you promised me access to the gate once I capture her for you and bring her outside of York. Do you know the hassle my men have been through? I lost over 60 men to just 15 wolves,” Silas argues as he walks forward, his eyes cold.

"I've come a long way to meet the legend." Dorian stepped in front of Seraphina instinctively, though her magic had long since faded. "Name. Now." The man inclined his head. "Silas. No pack, no banners. I walk alone." "But not without purpose," Seraphina said carefully. "You've been watching." Silas smiled, slow and deliberate. "Observing. Judging. Blackveil is changing. I wanted to see if the tales were true. The cursed Alpha who defied the Bloodmoon. The witch who bled herself to save him."

I watched each hair falling on the sink. I placed back the pair of scissors on the sink near the pack of black crystal reaching my hand for the roll of bandages on the sink. I carefully wrapped it around my breast, until I couldn’t see any of that god forsaken part of my body. I pulled the old grey hoodie and pair of old jeans from the chair beside me wearing them. I took the pack of black crystal and shoved it at the back of my jeans. One last time I stared at the new Siren Weapon before me.

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

seduce her. Dark. I enter the room after the conversation with Claus, it is dark and I see Cristal lying on the bed half dressed, she seems to be sleeping, but as soon as I fully enter she turns to see me, she smiles shyly but I ignore her, she stirs uncomfortable and whispers “Are you angry with me?...” I don't answer, it's not about being just angry or not, one of my men just lost his life and it pisses me off.

​Silas’s POV ​The ascent into the Northern reaches felt like walking through a dream that had finally decided to breathe. The air did not bite at my lungs as it once did. It did not carry the scent of ice and ancient, frozen sorrow. Instead, it was a gentle, resonant hum that seemed to lift the weight of my tired limbs with every step. I moved through the foothills of the Obsidian Mountain, my broken silver arm strapped tightly to my chest with a length of salvaged silk. It was a dead thing, a useless arrangement of pistons and wires that served as a constant reminder of the world I had tried to build and the one I had nearly destroyed. I was a man of logic walking into a den of pure instinc

The girl nodded and stepped back, biting her lip. Silas was waiting in the study. He didn’t look like what most imagined when they heard the word “guardian.” Where Damián was brute strength and Klaus military strategy, Silas was knowledge. Blond, blue-eyed, a little shorter than me though not by much. He wore a long tunic over casual clothes and round glasses that made him look younger than he was. If you saw him on the street, you’d think he was a literature student, not one of the five deadliest warriors in the wolf world.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!