Silas Jackson Novels & Stories

“Not really. Why are you talking to me? You’re supposed to have me handcuffed and maybe beaten. Or is this heaven? Am I dead yet?” He chuckled. “No you’re not.” “Did Ken put you up to this?” He stared at me for a while before pulling a chair close to the bed to sit in. “I have something important to tell you.” I nodded. “Shoot.” “Silas was shot this morning.” A gasp left my throat as I tried to sit up but winced due to the pain. “Rest easy,” he said. “Don’t strain. Just rest. Heal up.” I scoffed. “You know all they did to me at the station. Yet you’re telling me to rest easy.”

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

"Just two of them and the others are trying to dig out other information respectively." Jake wasn't convinced. He glared at Kai like he would eat him up whole when he caught the scent of his other friends. "Sorry, we are late." Dilane, Zack, Oliver and Neil appeared. "But we are not sorry for that, are we?" Neil raised his eyebrows. Before Jake could comment, Oliver threw his phone in Jake's lap and said, "You were right, Jake, that this blondy is no Mr. Nice guy. He has a long history of drugging young girls and using them to satisfy his dick."

The fact that Marcus kept Jason this protected hurt him deeply. "Well, maybe because it's not true. He probably never did. Henry Steele's life remains secret even after death," Zach said. "Zach, was it? Iget this feeling that you despise me, why?" Jason asked. "I am Marcus' right hand. I have been by his side for years, going through a lot together. Your existence is just a lot of trouble in my eyes," Zach said and got up. He was not sure why he had come. But when he saw the security hovering, and saw Jason's figure in the sitting room, his legs moved on his own.

I said softly. Julius’ eyes suddenly glowed with an intensity I hadn’t seen before, his lips tugging up in a smirk to reveal his sharp canines. “You’re welcome, little wolf.” The voice that came out of his mouth was dark and inhuman, goosebumps trickled down my skin as I realised it was Thanatos, not Julius, who had spoken. In an instant Julius returned to himself, pulling away before glancing at the clock on the wall. “I need to go meet Dean, we have a few things to do tonight so I’ll be late. Will you be okay?”

His voice was barely above a whisper as he called my name—hoping, perhaps, for even the slightest bit of mercy. But I didn't spare him a glance. The only one I cared about was Levi. Desperate, Silas reached out, trying to grab my hand—only to be shoved away by Levi. Levi, no longer the playful, affectionate man from moments ago, stood tall. He warned Silas firmly, "Mr. Grant, you should stop now. I've had enough. "If you come near my wife again, I promise you won't leave Southbrook City alive." Silas opened his mouth to argue. But before he could utter a single word, the door to the private room suddenly burst open.

Gideon and Torin remained on their knees, their proud shoulders bowed, reduced to silent statues by the sheer, unadulterated dominance of their King. Silas didn't look like a ruler who sat on a throne; he looked like a man forged on a battlefield and carved from the dark marble of the mountain itself. He was massive, towering over his Betas, his broad shoulders easily filling the doorway. He wore an immaculate, dark tailored suit jacket that hung open, completely unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of the raw, violent history etched into his skin. Across his heavily muscled chest were thick, silver white battle scars jagged reminders of the uprisings he had crushed. He was beautiful in the way a

But Silas had chosen a different path, a path of darkness and destruction. "You were always a wolf in sheep's clothing," Jaxon said, his voice cold and emotionless. "You were never truly one of us." Silas laughed, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through the clearing. "You're right, Jaxon," he said. "I was never truly one of you. I was always a wolf, but I was always a wolf who was hungry for power, for dominance, for revenge." He raised his hand, a signal to his men. The insurgents emerged from the shadows, their faces twisted with hatred, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight. The battle had begun.

I have to protect her. “Silas, listen to me!” I plead, trying to keep my voice steady. “This isn’t the way to resolve anything. You’ve hurt so many people. You need help! Just put the gun down.” He laughs, a harsh, mocking sound that echoes in the studio. “Help?” Silas scoffs, waving his arms dramatically as if he’s on a stage of his own. “I was helping! I was a visionary! I gave you everything, Elijah! I helped you find yourself when you were lost, when you couldn’t connect with anyone! I made you who you are today!” His voice rises, fueled by an unhinged fervor. “But you… you all turned against me. And for what, some freaking pussy. You listen to these traitors instead of me!”