Silco X Reader Novels & Stories

The Architecture of Trust had officially reached ten million readers setting a global record for serialized fiction platforms. "You’re looking at the numbers again, " Silas said, closing his tablet and stepping over to join her by the rail. He leaned down placing a hand on the back of her neck, his thumb tracing a slow line across her collarbone. "I thought the Co-CEO had officially declared a break from the data streams for the weekend."

Silas lifted his head when he saw someone pulling a chair in front of him. "What are you doing?" Jet interestedly asked. He scanned the books' covers and stunned to see what are they about. They're about the history of Red Woods, werewolves, and human psychology. The one Silas is reading is probably about Earth. His fingers are hiding the words on the cover but the image of the planet is visible. Realizing that the reader is paying zero attention, Jet gently grabbed the book Silas is holding. The latter tightened his grip on the book, finally paying attention to the person in front of him. "I think Saint has something to say to you. He's in the kitchen," Jet said.

I ask "King Silas. He's not the typical vampire, very little is known about him, even if he's actually a full blooded vampire, he's certainly made it a point to stay hidden, save for when he asked for access to my library. What I do know about him is that his gifts go beyond that of any vampire. His glamor isn't even truly considered glamor at all, he can control minds. Had I not had my own thick mental walls, he would have easily ascertained access to my library, and anything I knew about you. I've since enchanted all my books, as have any other Fae clan in this area, so that only those with good intent can read them. When I met him, I felt his claws in my mind, so if you stand any chance a

"They love the girl you used to be. I am the only one who can touch the thing you are now without flinching." Rhea gasped as his hand slid into her hair, pulling her head back. The Hex flared, a blinding wave of lust that felt like drowning in liquid fire. She didn't see Ash’s golden eyes or Zane’s playful smirk. She saw only the dark, hungry void that Silas offered. She reached out, her fingers digging into the scarred leather of his tunic, pulling him toward her. "Show me," she breathed against his lips. "Show me the dark."

Xander and I spent our time walking and visiting pack members if not Carlile and the coven Silas had left behind. “Sorry, Dad. I need to see Chloe.” Selena replied. Chloe is Carlile's great-great-great-granddaughter. She’s human and our daughter’s best friend. We always bring her to see Carlile in their coven, and the two girls get along really well. “Her cousin Silas has arrived from abroad, and she wanted me to meet him," she added before she continued running away from us. The name brings back memories, so I look at Xander. His eyes were on mine as if thinking what I was thinking. “You miss him?” he asked, and I nodded.

“I am not having intercourse with her; I mean the mind link that we share.” “A mind link? But witches cannot read the minds of Vampires.” Marianne protested. “Not usually, but somehow we can share a mind link.” Silas explained “Plus I have a feeling that’s not all, is it my dear?” He looked at me like he knew something and just wanted to hear me say it. I shook my head, “No master, that isn't all there is to it; I can read the minds of other vampire’s also.” Ezio laughed mockingly, his mind coated with disbelief and anger. “Do not lie to your master.”

Colsin whimpered and then looked at Silas. "I'll... go take a shower," Silas said and then got up quickly, leaving us. Colsin looked panicked and then shrunk back against the bed, curling up into a ball as he watched me. I got to my feet and started for the door quickly, rushing out it and running for my bedroom. I made it inside and locked it quickly then hid under my covers. Colsin marked me as his mate and Silas isn't going to mark me back?! Silas doesn't love me anymore? I heard a whimper at my door and then a dejected whine. I curled up tightly under the covers and shook my head. No. No, I won't open the door. He started to scratch at the door, trying to dig through it. He won't be able

Silco laughs, but from his mouth out the most terrifying words, one after another: “If you didn’t lay down your own life for her, you will be dead by now.” Sebastian lets out a scoff, only to see that Silco’s eyes are dead serious. Cold sweat breaks out on his back. Not that he is intimidated by Silco, but he realizes that he might still have underestimated the energy this man possesses. “...but,” Silco lifts the pressure he inflicts in the room, smiling kindly again, “I’m somewhat satisfied with your answer, and that’s why I’m here. To give you a chance to get back into the game.”

turning into grey rectangles of censored data. Silas Blackwood stepped in front of Kaelen, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. He felt the weight of the man’s gaze—it wasn't the gaze of a wolf sizing up prey, but the gaze of a critic looking for a flaw in the prose. "You’re the 'Reader'," Silas whispered, his voice a jagged rasp that resonated through the "Mate Bond."

Only a dark, indelible stain remained, a Rorschach blot of fraternal ruin. Silas was gone, too. Rico had seen to that, escorting the stunned architect away under the guise of “securing the asset,” a transaction Anton knew would involve a quiet, secure vehicle and a pre-negotiated immunity deal. The villa felt hollowed out, a beautiful shell waiting to be cracked open by the approaching sirens. But one problem remained, ticking with the dreadful inevitability of a metronome.