Silent Hill Characters Pyramid Head Novels & Stories

There was no one there. The voice repeated – “Chief Tador…. Agent Shirley… What happened to you? Detective Ackermann….” Tador could swear that he recognized the voice, but he couldn’t remember whom the voice belonged to. “Agent Shirley…?” He whispered and squinted his eyes. He could swear he knew that name too, yet he just couldn’t recall who the name belonged to. “Agent Shirley….? Shirley….?” He kept whispering to himself. Trying everything he could to remember something. “Shirley- Shirley…. Ange... Angelus. Shirley Angelus-Mortiz!.... Ackermann!” He had finally had it right. He had finally remembered a name; at least he felt so. It didn’t take too long for the image to appear in his head.

“Then we make it worth it.” As the pack regroups, the healed forest begins to wither anew. From the shadows, a single violet eye glints—the First Shadow, alive within the scar on Silas’s chest. *“Mine,”* he whispers, unheard.

It was from Brayden, signaling that they’re almost here. Perfect… Shahila muttered under her breath. Harper had no idea but the drink Shahila offered her while they were having a conversation has a small ounce of sleeping potion on it. Just enough to make her sleep soundly while the First Red Blood pack ravages the camp. Shahila replied with a “She just went inside. The sleeping potion shall affect shortly.” Shortly, Brayden responded with a “That’s nice. Is the bastard there?” Shahila rolled her eyes. She didn’t really like the part where Brayden calls her sweatheart a bastard. Still, he answered with a no.

And try to accept the real version of myself. I slowly got up and gently pack up my chaotic materials in my bag. It is already past noon until our class has finally ended. I immediately went to her quiet shuttered rooms to look if our pets were still there. Recently, Hilary and I found a lost kitten around the hallway. Its body is very skinny and has a wedge-shaped head. In a very short interpretation, it was a Siamese cat.

We moved like ghosts through a dream. We reached the edge of the pit. A huge explosion rocked the sky. One of the skiffs with its core shattered by Jaxon started to spiral down. It trailed a plume of emerald fire. “Elowen!" a voice roared. I looked up. King Silas stood on the edge of the pyramid. He didn’t look like the king I met in the Amber Palace. He wore a battle-plate. His eyes were bloodshot. His hands were surrounded by black smoke. He held a staff of solar crystals. It was fed by a shard of the Black Marrow.

Sean and Kyle, two of Burney's friends, even Big Jim walked past. I sighed as I pushed on, heading for Aaron's room. I walked through his curtain and paused, startled by the reflections before me. One was sitting at the table in the corner, his back to me as he poured over a pile of papers. Another was half the height he should've been, kneeling beside the bed. And the other... "Lillith." I said her name without thinking, and the next second she was with me, her body appearing before me, looking as tangible as if she were actually standing there.

Jo fired again, turning the would-be matronly murderer into black char. The other guy was down but not out. He lay groaning on the ground, holding his shoulder. “Damn, I missed,” Jo muttered, placing her thick black boot on his neck and ignoring his pleas as she fired into his head. “Not this time,” she said as the sole of her boot thunked on the dingy, off-white linoleum, skidding in the pile of ash that occupied what used to be the outline of the Vampire.

The Guest was groaning, a subterranean sound that vibrated through my bones, a plea for help from the very foundation of life. ​The hook was set. As we approached the obsidian pyramid, Thorne turned around, his face pale and hollow behind his visor, his eyes reflecting the blue fire of the core. He didn't look surprised to see us; he looked like a man who had already decided that if he couldn't rule the world, he would make sure there was no world left to save.

With a groan and a smile on its face, it began to slowly advance towards Edward. With a loud shout, Edward raised the shovel into the air and used it to whack the undead Harold hard in the head that it's head came off. It finally fell to the ground dead. Or so he thought. Edward dropped the shovel on the ground and slowly walked towards the dead body. He stood at a distance, careful not to make the same mistake that he had made the first time. And just like before, the dead body rose back to life while it's head still laid beside him.

Maria John Pete Butt Pandora Helen Hippolyta Hilda Danrakah Valac Morgana Arakah Silva Which of the characters was brought back to the scene by Morgana to be used as a ritual tool? Maria John Pete Butt Pandora Helen Hippolyta Hilda Danrakah Valac Morgana Arakah Silva Which character died while trying to sacrifice his life for the others? Maria John Pete Butt Pandora