Novel Silir Daksina Novels & Stories

I can see the hints of tattoos which I guess is where Silas got the inspiration to get some of his own. I feel like I’m literally staring at Silas’ future, and mama like. “Tată,” Silas says in warning. “I’d like you to meet someone very special to me,’ he announces, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his side. Tată, Mamă, this is my girlfriend, Dasha. Dasha, this is my mother Talyssa and my father Titus,” he introduces. I smile graciously at them both, “It is such an honour to meet you both. I am such a fan of your work. When Silas told me Ajna and Akephaloi were his parents, I think I had an out-of-body experience,” I chuckle.

“ We saw Merilla pass through with a young woman. She had snow-white hair and eyes as blue as the sky.” The description made my heart skip a beat. Who was this girl? Why had Merilla, Luka’s mate, brought her here from the human kingdom? How had she been able to pass through the barrier that separated our worlds? The questions buzzed in my mind like angry bees.

she commanded, her voice dropping to a lethal, vibrating low that brooked no argument. "I’m not going anywhere," Silas growled, his orange eyes shimmering with a dark, twisted possessiveness as he tightened his grip on Ayla. The silver lines on his skin pulsed with a monstrous scale, reflecting the beast that was still roaring just beneath the surface after the carnage at the Maw. He looked like a man who had finally claimed the impossible pull only to realize he didn't know how to protect it from the very world he had helped build.

My heart clenched, and I formed a terrifying guess—Maurice had also been reborn. In my past life, he hadn't dared to marry Camilla because he'd feared retribution from Father and me. Instead, he'd found ways to lace the tonics I took daily with herbs that would cause me to be infertile and weaken me. That had led to my death a few years later. He was probably still expecting things to play out the way they had in our past lives—that I would meet the same end if I insisted on marrying him. "We're not strangers to each other, Giselle. Do as I say, and things will work out well for us both," Maurice said.

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

DARIUS’S POV The wind howled around us as I cleared the perimeter fence in one massive leap that nearly burst my lungs. Every muscle in my body felt like it was being sewn back together with live wires, sharp and electric, barely holding me in one piece. The raw serum Silas had given me wasn't any kind of gift; it was a wildfire tearing through my veins, eating away at whatever was left of the human side of me. It blurred the edges of my thoughts until nothing existed except the scent of Iris in my arms and the desperate, crushing need to keep her safe and keep moving forward.

"Sector Zero? You want to break into the Foundry? Why don't you just ask me to cut your head off and save the Emperor the trouble?" "I hear the new construction is... unstable," Tristan said. "I hear it needs a very specific kind of fuel." Silas stopped laughing. He leaned in, his organic eye wide with fear. "You know about the Shell," he whispered. "I know it eats people," Tristan said. "I know it’s hungry." "It’s not just hungry," Silas hissed. "It’s alive. I worked on the preliminary piping. The metal... it bleeds, Viper. They forged it with blood magic. It screams when you weld it."

Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenes Diana My eyes widen in shock as the realization dawns on me—it’s no longer Dominicus in control. Silas stares down at me, his chest rumbling with a deep, guttural growl that reverberates through the air, charged with feral desire. There’s no mistaking it—he’s entirely feral, his gaze fixed on me like a predator cornering its prey. “Silas…” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

He had to answer the President’s questions about border security with a steady voice while his pheromones were screaming to be let loose. He felt energized, almost giddy, the constant sexual tension acting like a high-octane fuel in his veins. Even Dax had noticed. "You're looking... bright, Silas," he’d teased in the hospital when he went for a check-up. "Nimble. Almost happy. Who’s the lucky girl? You took my advice too seriously..." Silas had just grunted, but inside, his head was singing. He couldn't wait for the dinner to end. He couldn't wait to be caught in a corner, to be pressed against a wall, to have her claim him all over again.