Romans & histoires Sila Novel By Aiman Khan

in the back of my mind. Before I could answer, a group of Loyalists emerged from the dense fog at the edge of the ward. They were led by Sila, a young female wolf who had once looked at me with hero-worship. Now, she was carrying her young pup, whose fur was matted with a strange, oily sweat. "My Queen," Sila whispered, kneeling so low her forehead touched the frozen dirt. "My son... he’s crying. Not because he’s hurt, but because he says he can't 'Hear the Moon' anymore. He says all he hears is your Clock."

But in the artificial heat of this moment, it only added fuel to the fire. ​"She’s a bottomless pit of need, isn't she?" Silas rasped, his eyes locking onto mine with a challenge that defied blood or brotherhood. ​He didn't wait for a verbal answer. He moved into the narrow space between us, and with a low, guttural grunt of effort, he guided his own length into her, finding the opening she had saved for him. Sienna let out a sound that wasn't human—a high, keening wail of pure sensory overload as she was filled by both of us simultaneously.

Amelia Reynolds, a woman with an unwavering determination to succeed, had set her sights on conquering the corporate world. Growing up in a small town with limited opportunities, she dreamed of escaping the confines of ordinary life and making her mark in Manhattan. With her sharp intellect and impeccable organizational skills, Amelia secured a coveted position as a secretary at Morgan Enterprises, one of the city's most prestigious companies. She possessed an uncanny ability to anticipate her boss's needs, ensuring smooth operations daily. Her dedication and exceptional work ethic quickly caught the attention of the enigmatic billionaire, Alexander Morgan.

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.

'Chapter 24: Back home' was published twice by mistake which is solved now. Those who haven't read the chapter '25: The story of a ring' and '26:Mission securing her future' , please do read it before this. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please do vote and comment if you like this story _______________ "Shifa , Please stop crying " Simran tried to stop Shifa's cry which was not stopping . Riya and Afifa watched them confused about the reason for which Shifa was crying .

“'I'm really sorry, Gineth. You got scolded because of me. I was just fascinated by the trees. I didn't realize I had wandered so far from you.” “It's okay! I'm used to getting scolded anyway! Just don't be mad at Kuya! Stop picking fights with him! He's really nice!” When I shifted my gaze to Silas, he was panting while looking at me. I held my breath and tried to cool my flushed cheeks. His lips parted slightly. He’s breathing heavily while intensely staring at me. His hair and body were covered in sweat. His pants were clinging loosely on his waist, revealing the waistband of his boxer briefs. I took a deep breath because I couldn't contain myself.

“Go back to work.” Silas received the document and walked out the study, and frowned when he saw the person in the corridor. He saw Fia wanting to leave by supporting herself with the wall, worried that the people inside might find out about her. But she was blind. No matter how smart and agile she was, she couldn’t do anything now. Silas didn’t want to reveal her intentions and simply stepped forward and held her hand, whispering, “Madam, where are you going? I’ll help you.”

POV: Elena The chanting didn't just echo through the tall grass and palm fronds; it thrummed through the very soles of my boots. These weren't the polished, corporate-coded howls of Manhattan, nor the ancient, cold resonance of the Himalayan Guardians. This was the sound of the red earth finding its voice. "Elena, look," Silas whispered, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back.

"Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?" Caught in his lie, Rhett froze for a moment, then ran off in a flustered, furious rage. Unlike before, I didn't chase after him to comfort him. I let him vent his anger. The guests gradually left. As the wind howled along the coast, I returned to my room alone. As soon as I pushed the door open, a strong stench of blood hit me. I saw the bloodstains on the ground. The puppy was lying there, with its eyes closed and its breathing stopped.

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.