Silent Hill Fanfic Novels & Stories

I mean, now that everything was over and we no longer need her, there’s no reason for Hillan to stay in touch with her, and she might feel unneeded. What if this was her way of making sure we stay needing her? It’s pretty obvious that she likes him a lot. I don’t know about what Hillan feels for her though. what if she wants to use this to get closer to Hillan? As much as I wanted to keep it light like that, I just couldn’t. The chances of her words being true were very high. Too high to ignore. “How is that even possible? How can he cheat death, and what can we do to fish him out? I mean, it won’t be easy.”

Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten under the dimmed amber lights of the chandelier. “Oh yea,” Bellamy raised an eyebrow as he noticed where Thea’s eyes were lingering. “What’s it about?” “It’s a reverse harem novel,” Thea smirked at him. Bellamy shot her a crooked grin. “I see how it is, are you wanting to add more players to the bench?” Thea’s breathe caught in her throat as a faint blush crept across her face. Shifting onto her hands and knees, she crawled across the bed, in an almost feline manner, until she reached where Bellamy stood watching her.

"Rhett is still a pup!" Lucien's voice held restrained fury. "As his guardian in name, you failed to teach him properly. I've already shown leniency by not holding you accountable. What right do you have to throw a tantrum?" Guardian? I let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Back then, Lucien had fallen in love with my sister—Sylvia Wilder of the Frostclaw Pack—at first sight. Even though the Elder Council and the Bloodline Assembly were staunchly opposed, he insisted on marking her as his mate.

Silas POV – Hollow Spine, Eclipse Altar Blood hit the altar. But it wasn’t Ethan’s. It wasn’t Lucien’s. It was his. Silas drove the dagger into his own shoulder deep, clean, deliberate. The altar sizzled. The stone lit with runes that hadn’t glowed in centuries. Lucien stumbled back, shocked. “What have you done?” Silas breathed through the pain. “I ended it on my own terms.” Silas’s POV – Hollow Spine, After the Eclipse

A syringe was forced into her skin. Hot tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. For just a moment, she felt dizzy. She felt that she was really going crazy. She hated it so much. What did she do wrong in her past life to make her fall in love with Shaun Hill, the devil? Ha. She once wanted to stay behind and accompany Shaun with his recovery so he would not be sent to a mental hospital. Haha, he did not go there, but he did send her there instead. ‘Shaun Hill. Sarah Neeson.’

"And tell them that if anyone tries to come in here before I say so, they won't like what happens next." "Killian, don't be a fool," Silas barked. "There are rumors. People are talking about what happened in that mine. They say the scent in the tunnel was... different." I stood up then, walking to the door. I didn't open it. I just leaned my forehead against the wood. "The scent was mine," I lied, my voice steady. "The bond is maturing. It’s changing us both. Tell them to stay back, Silas. For their own sake."

Oh, how I love those fucking lips. Hilda stands and weaves of red come out of her hands opening a doorway to where I don't know. "Go back to hell where you belong, asshole." Rain says. This I know because Hilda has now removed the shield and I can see him kicking him into this void. But just as he does, the leather guy reaches up and grabs who I can only assume is Silas. "Not without a trophy." "No!" I scream. But that makes no difference. Silas and Draco the dark one disappear as if they were never here to begin with.

Silver chuckled. “Sure” he said. They both watch Lila and Shadow fuck each other roughly, scratching themeselves with their claws. She wondered how it would be if she never had a wolf. Shadow would have killed her with this type of strength. She yawned, tired. Octavia closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep

Just as I glanced over his shoulder, Danni emerged from the bathroom. “So, like I was saying -” she stopped mid-sentence, turning in a circle, confusion settling on her face. “Shelly?” I watched her, not more than three feet from us, as she searched the bathroom area – she even looked right at us – “But she cannot see us,” again I heard him clear as day in my mind. He was right. Her gaze swept over the exact spot where we stood, but she didn’t see us; or couldn’t. Like we were invisible.