Shiloh: A Novels & Stories

“Kelly, I need you to hear me clearly. I do not love you. I will never choose you. Stop writing me letters. Stop spreading lies about Shirley. Stop trying to tear her down, because it won’t change the truth.” Kelly’s lips tremble, her fists clenching at her sides. For once, she has no words. The silence in the room is deafening. I turn back to Shirley, my voice softening. “From now on, no one gets to make you feel less than you are. Not here. Not anywhere. You are mine, and I will make sure everyone knows it.” Her eyes shimmer with tears, but this time they are not from pain, they are from relief. From finally being defended. She nods, her lips curving into the smallest, most beautiful smile

“Did the little orphan fall down again?” Sierra didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe too loudly. She just watched the trio with lowered lashes. They stood above her like hungry crows: Elara – The Leader: Pale blonde, perfect lips, eyes like chipped quartz. Always smiling when it hurt most. Gloria – The Shadow: Lanky, wolf-eyed, knuckle bruises, laugh like shattered glass. Patricia – The Echo: Pretty brunette, fake pout, sharper tongue than blade. “Maybe she’s waiting for someone to help her,” the wolf-eyed girl said, crouching close enough for Sierra to smell her sour breath. “A prince, maybe?”

Soldiers checked weapons, tended to the injured, and prepared for what was sure to come. Eolan turned his gaze toward the horizon. The clouds still hung low, but somewhere beyond the ridge, a sliver of light pierced the gloom. “We are the shield,” he said, voice steady. “The shadow that fights the darkness with darkness.” As the sun dipped low, casting long fingers of light across the ravaged land, the group stood united, ready to face the gathering storm. --- The night came swiftly, swallowing the camp in a cloak of cold and silence. Fires flickered in the distance, the uneasy lull before the next wave. Eolan sat near the fire, the shadow resting quietly now, but never far from his mind.

Katie and vida didn't know what is wrong either, the maid locked them in a chamber when Ben gave out his orders, they couldn't help but panic. "just what the heck is going on?" ***** Shiloh has seen many powers but hers is kind of different she can't state exactly, what she is the moment she feels she is this, but then she isn't. "Your highness, I can only calm her down with my powers, but her waking up relies on her emotions... she has a lot of rage in her.." shiloh said as she tried again to touch Andrea's fore head but was zapped, Shiloh nearly fainted as she sucked in air.

He huffed as the van rocked again. “He must be pissed off,” Shiloh mused and glanced at me. “Makes since considering what we’re up against.” “Are you talking about me?” I asked, glaring at him. “What was your first clue?” He huffed. “You can’t talk to me like that!” “Oh? What are you going to do, princess?” Shiloh asked. “Call for your king? Him that pipe are going to have a hard time dealing with Messiah, let alone me.” I grit my teeth. “Just because you can make fire doesn’t mean anything. Candido—”

" Shiloh stood up, her tall and graceful figure becoming more distinct through the sheer fabric. Her voice was cool and composed. She replied, "First of all, 20 million is not a small sum—it's enough for me to accomplish many things. Second, the Wellers have done nothing but make empty promises, offering me nothing but vague ideals. So, I'm sorry, but I don't need whatever you're offering." Harvey's body stiffened as if he had been punched in the gut. His face went pale as he stammered, "Then… what is it you need?" Shiloh seemed to smile as she replied, "I need real money. The kind that heals the sick, shelters the homeless, and reveals the true nature of humanity. Enlightenment must be grou

She asks. "Gone will still be gone, until the righteous and the blasphemed fetter in their time, for only the tranquility could bring back the harmony to the realm," I utter on what she exactly said, and as of cue, Shiloh falls onto the ground. "Shiloh!" ~ * ~

she reassured me, allowing me to let out a small breath of relief. "Thank God you're here, Ate Yolly. Thank you," I whispered. Ate Yolly gave a small nod and gently caressed my hair. Her warm smile brought a wave of profound relief over me. Her presence made me feel genuinely safe because I knew she was the only person alive who could truly understand my pain. I could trust her completely.

Feeling a sense of anticipation and concern, he leaned in slightly and caught a glimpse of her through the small crack between the door and its frame. There, in the dimly lit room, Li-lah stood with her head bowed, her deep brown eyes filled with sorrow. The weight of her sadness seemed to radiate from her petite frame, tugging at Diego's heartstrings. In that moment, he could almost feel her pain, a deep longing to understand and alleviate it filling every fiber of his being.

I considered it a proper closure to our ten years together. However, the moment I texted him, I realized that Liam had blocked me on WhatsApp. Having no choice, I opened Christine's social media. Previously, I had muted her posts. I knew Liam was likely with her. Sure enough, I spotted his silhouette in a post that Christine had uploaded just 30 minutes earlier.