Silas Scratch Novels & Stories

My heart pounded with each inch I gained, the fear of breaking the fragile peace between us almost paralyzing. When I finally slipped out of the bed, I stood there for a moment, staring at him. Silas, the man who had haunted my dreams and invaded my thoughts for weeks. He looked almost innocent like this, his strong features softened in the pale morning light. His dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted. I hated how beautiful he was. My gaze traveled downward, catching on the marks that marred his skin. Scars, both old and new, told a story I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear. Yet, there was something about them that called to me, something raw and real that made my che

I bet I look disgusting right now, still clad in the same clothes for weeks with filth and scum stuck to me. My nose is already numb to it, but I bet I smell terrible. He rakes over me before he finally notices Lucas, and his eyes turn bright gold quickly. Lucas remains silent and still starring back at him in full surrender and defeat in his eyes. “You fucking bastard…” Silas says in a deep and low growl, barely inaudible. It was big switch from the soft and tender tone he used with me only a second ago. He stalks slowly to Lucas who suddenly goes white as a ghost, taking steps backward

Silas whispered, disappearing into a blur of speed. ​Elara closed her eyes. At first, there was only darkness. Then, she felt it, the vibration of a footstep, the scent of Silas’s cologne, the shift in the wind. When Silas tried to tap her shoulder from behind, she spun and caught his wrist in a death grip, her eyes snapping open with a flash of silver.

Slap. "Is that it? Is that how he’d do it?" Silas hissed into my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Close your eyes, Lila! Picture his tattoos! Picture those cold eyes turning dark with lust while he ruins you! Mmm-gh! You’re so tight... so fucking wet for him!"

I instinctively scrapped my nails against him as they ached and then ripped his throat out, watching as his eyes went wide with pain and surprise. I looked at the blood pouring out of his neck and gasped a little, my fangs hurting as I started to lean in and I started to drink from him a little before I pulled away in disgust. He tastes terrible.... I hissed and then leaned over him. "Silas, you would've never won," I told him and then trailed my hand down to his chest, scrapping my sharp, long nails against him. "I would do anything for Lyle," I hissed and then plunged my hand into his chest over the beat in his skin before I felt something hard brush against me, beating fast in a panic. I

Noah’s mouth went dry. Silas waded in, water up to his waist, and started scrubbing his arms with a rough stone. “The quicker you stop arguing,” Silas said over his shoulder, “the quicker we leave here and you get back to your Whitlock hero.” Noah’s face burned. He turned his back, dropped the blanket, and stripped fast.

out of his own soul. The Board-members recoiled, their silver forms flickering with static. "**UNAUTHORIZED MODIFICATION! SYSTEM INTEGRITY: 40%!**" "I am not a protocol!" Silas roared. He lunged at the Board-members, his shadow-blades erupting from his wrists—not white, but a deep, midnight-violet that burned with the intensity of a dying sun. He slashed through the first Board-member, the liquid silver dissolving into a puddle of "Rejected Data."

Chris blurted out, and Silas started walking over to me. His hands slowly turned into razor-sharp claws, and my eyes stared in terror as I started to wriggle and push him away, but Chris was gripping me so tightly that there was no point in moving. Silas quickly grabbed the sleeve on my right shoulder and tugged it down, and my whole body was filled with horror. He placed one claw on the top of my chest, where my arm met my shoulder, and he instantly sliced into my skin.

“You two already smitten with this girl? Can’t even keep yourselves in check?” He ran a hand slowly through his hair, pushing his locs back as his cold gaze flicked to me. “Is she really that different from the others… or are you both just that desperate to lose control again?” “She’s different,” Silas responded, and I bit my bottom lip as I felt his warm breath tickle my clit. “I am not sure why but Draziel craves her. He wants her… I want her.” And as soon as the words left his mouth, Silas closed the distance.

Jax scratched his chin. "So... we're becoming completely different people." Lucius nodded. "For one night." Silas reached for a fresh sheet of parchment. "Then let's decide who we are.”