Silent Hill Fanfic Novels & Stories

Fucking hell,” was the last thing I heard from him before his lips met mine, his hands cooling my skin. But it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed him to ease the burning inside me. “Inside—” I gasped, turning my head to the side. “It hurts inside of me.” Seth was breathing heavily above me. “Do you know what you are asking for, Camilla?” I swallowed, looking at his face before spreading my legs. “Yes, Beta. I want you inside of me.” Camilla had always lived in the Green Hill pack but hadn't found her mate yet. She started to think she was either mateless or her mate wasn’t in her pack. After an attack with while she was cleaning the Luna’s house , she was taken to the hospital by their Pack’s beta, Seth. But when Camilla opened her eyes and looked into Seth's brown eyes, she felt sparks. She had known Seth, but even with their brief encounters, there was nothing. Camilla’s happiness faded when she remembered Seth was married and had a four-year-old son. Now, what would Camilla do, especially after finding out she was carrying the Beta's child? Would she remain the Beta's dirty little secret?

Bella thought she could freeload off her wealthy husband for life, never imagining he'd suddenly want a divorce. A divorce? She demanded a reason! Calmly, in front of the elders, he stated, "Sexual incompatibility." The room fell silent, the parents shocked, their minds racing. Sexual... incompatibility? Damn it! Bella was furious. Where was the incompatibility? What was incompatible? You bastard! Explain yourself!

"Doctor, have you finished the examination? I can't hold on any longer," I say as I lie on the examination table in the college clinic. A screen completely blocks my view. The examination instrument pokes a few inches deeper into me. I try my best to suppress it, but a whimper escapes me. "No!" The doctor remains silent and merely adjusts the machine so that my legs are lifted higher.

On my twentieth birthday, my parents placed a stack of photos in front of me—eligible bachelors from elite families all over the country—and told me to pick one for an arranged marriage. I told my dad to leave it to fate and draw lots. In my past life, I had chosen without hesitation the man I’d long admired: Lucas Whitmore, the most eligible bachelor of Astor Hill's elites. But after we got married, I found out the truth. His first love—the girl he had always held dear, Claire Monroe—was devastated by our marriage. One night, heartbroken, she went out drinking and was assaulted by a group of thugs. Claire attempted suicide three times after that. And Lucas blamed it all on me. He handed over my family’s fortune to Claire, draining every last cent from the Meyers. In the end, Lucas even helped her cut the brake lines on our car. My parents and I died in that crash. Now that I’d been given a second chance at life, the name I drew was Liam Morgan—the reclusive heir from Orchard Valley, known for shunning the world and dedicating himself to Buddhism. But when I showed up arm-in-arm with Liam at our engagement party, Lucas lost his mind.

Lucia Hill was the only daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the Thunder pack, a pack that was known for its strength, compassion, and resilience.  She had always wanted to help her pack in a more meaningful way but was seen as too fragile because she had a rare medical condition that affected her breathing at times. She was born with it and it was sadly incurable.  This medical condition had a name too long for Lucia to pronounce, and had tried to take her life multiple times. Each time made her parents even more protective of her and made her feel more caged.  Lucia had always been seen by everyone as the sick daughter of the Alpha who needed to be treated with extra care. She was even excluded from almost all physical activities, including training with people her age.  This made her feel like an outcast. It chipped away at her self-confidence and courage.  She knew that all this was because her parents loved her and wanted her to be safe but she wanted more. She wanted so badly not to be seen as weak or fragile. She wanted to show her pack and her parents that she was stronger than they all thought; that she was not held back by her sickness.  But she feared that this was all just a dream of hers. She was very introverted and insecure so she doubted that she could ever prove them wrong.

Once the unwanted foster daughter of the Sawyer family, Briella endured chains, cruelty, and a betrayal that nearly cost her life. Everyone thinks she’s long gone. But five years later, she returns as Skye—an elite designer, a mother of twins, and the silent force behind a storm that’s about to break. She’s not here to forgive. She’s here to expose lies, ruin reputations, and make every last one of them pay.

Her past was a bit of a mystery. A close kept secret that she wouldn't dare utter to anyone. The chance of being vulnerable, to forcing her to actually trust another individual frightened her. Incredibly shy, but a silent warrior who came through with scars and all. She was sure to live the rest of her days alone, only to be captivated by him. Who is he? Can she trust him? Did she want to trust him? Only time could tell.

Curiosity isn't a bad thing... Particularly for two powerful men locked in a silent battle they refuse to acknowledge. When they allow a human to open a mysterious business between their tattoo shop and gym, they soon realize their new tenant plans to help them explore more than just surface-level issues. They're about to learn that desire isn't something you can control... and being stuck in the middle might just be the best place to start becoming more fluid in their beliefs.

She was born into wealth, envied by many, and betrayed by the one she trusted most. Given a second chance, she returns to the past with one goal: rewrite everything. But amidst the secrets, shifting alliances, and silent battles, she never expected the cold, unreadable boy—the one who always stayed in the background—to be the person who would quietly, steadily turn her world upside down. Not with grand gestures, but with glances, silence, and the kind of love that waits… until she finally sees it.

Three days into the silent treatment, Derrick—my fiancé and CEO—greenlit his assistant's pitch for a self-driving road trip. He expected me to flip, like always. I didn't. A month later, he came back and saw it—I wasn't the same. He backed Molly, stole my project, and thought I'd explode. I didn't. I just helped her draft the proposal. He trashed everything I built, just so she could snag her year-end bonus. I didn't fight back. Took the blame, took the hit. Molly was all smug. "See? Told you. You can't go at Yara head-on. Give her the silent treatment—she folds. She's scared of losing you. That's why she's playing nice." Derrick ate it up. Called her smart. Then he pulled me aside—offered a raise, a promotion, even a fancy wedding. First time he'd ever brought it up. But he missed one detail: he'd already signed off on my resignation while he was off playing road trip king. And I'd already dumped him. That was it. Clean cut. Nothing left.