Sila Novel By Aiman Khan の小説・ストーリー

Her hand trembled slightly as she wrote: “They don’t understand me. They don’t have to. I will endure this. I always have. If they think I am weak, let them. One day, my silence will speak louder than their cruelty.” She touched the scar at her collarbone, her fingers curling as memories threatened to surface — memories she wasn’t ready to face. She closed the notebook and placed the pen carefully beside it, her breath slow but steady. Outside, Mumbai roared with life, but inside her world, silence remained — powerful, unbroken, and full of untold stories.

Silana prattled on, continuing a conversation all by herself. I sighed as I realized that she probably wouldn’t say anything more again, when she gets this way, I couldn’t get anything from her again and if I try to pry, she would get angry at me, spending over a week with just Silana as the other human keep me company was enough to make understand her, more than anybody else I would guess. I just hope that as Silana said, Arius was truly fine, I hope they all were. *************************** Sorens Pov

“You mean… you are the one who kept her as a shadow-mate? The one who used her without a mark, without a name?” Silas did not deny it. He stood there, blood trickling from his lip where Thane’s claw had caught him, his eyes fixed on me with naked pleading. “Amara… come with me.” Thane’s fist crashed into Silas’s jaw. The crack of bone echoed against the stones. Silas’s head snapped back, blood flying, but he did not raise a hand to defend himself. He simply straightened, spitting red onto the snow, and looked at me again—stripped of all Alpha pride, all territorial rage. Just a male begging.

Tears filled Amara’s eyes as she leaned against Adrian, the weight of the past weeks melting into quiet relief. The storm of emotions—betrayal, longing, fear, hope—had settled, leaving only clarity and a warmth she hadn’t known she could feel so fully. “This wasn’t part of the story,” she whispered, her voice trembling but full of awe. She looked up at him, trying to process the improbable truth of the moment. Every line she had written, every fictional ending she had imagined in her life, paled compared to this reality.

### Black clouds have been shadowing the earth since morning. A strong wind blew from time to time, blowing away the brown leaves and throwing them to the earth. Inside the school grounds, the new semester ceremony had begun. Starting today, she, Khanza Syahila, occupies the highest place in the school. Third grade. Her last year in high school. But, all made no difference to this eighteen year old girl. Everything remains the same. Empty, empty, dark.

“Sila. Love is one thing but what about your safety? He was there with you and you still got hurt.” Sila chuckled at that in sarcastic humour. “Isaac. I am the daughter of Bratva's Pakhan and sister of the man who is known as ‘The Sinner’ in our world. But still, they were able to hurt me. They not only snatched my innocence, but my identity from me. For years, I lived a soulless life. No physical pain could word the feelings I went through in the last few years. Klaus brought my soul back to this body. He brought my smile back. Yes, he couldn't stop me getting hurt but he was the one who saved me. Did you know he drove like a maniac to the hospital and didn't leave my side for a second. He

Silas moved through the ridge‑line forest like a shadow, boots silent on the frosted pines. Dawn’s thinning light cast steel‑blue shadows across his face, each breath a plume of cold air and rage that burned hotter. He stopped at a ,ruined cairn,the place he and his wife had first met, and later bound by love. He knelt, fingertips tracing lichen‑crusted stones. The memory came sharp: her laughter, fierce and warm, the promise they’d made to protect their daughters—together.

Each story throbbed with distance, with other people’s victories. Promise drew water in silence, balancing the bucket against her hip. As she walked back, children followed, chanting, “Model! Model!” Not with cruelty this time, but with delight. She smiled faintly, though her chest tightened. Inside their room, she lit the small torch and opened her notebook. She wrote: Silence can crush. Silence can protect. Silence can also wait. I must learn which silence to carry. Night stretched long. Promise lay on the mattress, listening to Daniel breathe steadily. The storm’s echoes still lingered in the ceiling’s creaks. She closed her eyes, and memory blurred into dream.

Deciding that she was clearly fine, I began to move again, being sure to avoid attacking the line of wolves that Marah was busy turning into ground meat. ‘She’s scary,’ Silas’ voice announces in my head. ‘Tell me about it, but do you expect any less from someone Ayla’s friends with?’ ‘Point proven.’ Feeling my heart tug at the thought of Ayla and how she was chained in that damned building while the darkness controlled her, I attacked with a new vigor.

She(Rita) managed to inform August to run from the palace and find her son since she was captured now and Mia was been prepared for this tyrant king. From the moment she met Silas, she saw him as a strong and wise warrior who was loyal to the throne but today, she discovered he had them deceived the entire time. Silas was a sick wolf who was jealous, selfish, vile, arrogant, and foolish... The list goes on. Who sells the kingdom to enemies of the throne to prevent the ascension of the nephew he tried to kill? He had to be stopped, and the elders are not helping. Trying to save their heads.