Silent Hill Fanfic Novels & Stories

Dahlia also told me a big family secret, Holly is mine and Sky's halfsister, our mother was raped and by the very person I saw got killed by my mate, my uncle. I need to speak with my parents and that now so when I regained my consiousness I got up from the bed way to fast so I collapsed on the floor. No actually on top of Silas, I felt my cheeks burn as I glanced down and noticed I was buck naked and I squished my breasts in Silas face. I quickly got up in a sitting position and blushed really hard when I heard him chuckle at me and his eyes flickered black to Knight. "Well I don't mind having those in my face actually but I can sense that you need to be somewhere else and not in my face ri

I raise my hands, my glow intensifying, but it’s not enough. The darkness wraps around Silas, pulling him toward the rift. “No!” I scream, lunging for him. The Shadow’s laughter echoes as the rift closes, Silas’s form disappearing into the void.

Hyacinth I was playing a dangerous game. Silas and I had been careful—too careful. But that didn’t change the fact that, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, we were slipping. Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every whispered word in the dead of night pulled us further into something we couldn’t name. Something we couldn’t stop. The fortress that was Alpha Gerald’s estate had too many eyes, too many ears. Yet somehow, in the chaos of running a pack, in the shadows of responsibility, we found slivers of time. Moments that shouldn’t have existed but did.

The "Plot Hole" was not a physical cavern; it was a conceptual vacuum. As the sapphire glass of the courtyard dissolved into the "Draft Archive," Silas and Lyra felt the "Weight of the Narrative" shifting. They weren't falling through air; they were falling through "Unused Ideas." They saw versions of themselves that had never been written—a Silas who never regretted the rejection, a Lyra who became a vampire queen, a Kaelen who was never born.

“I was sent here to destroy you. Instead, I found the only home I have ever truly wanted.” We kissed under the fading light, slow and full of promise. Later that night we celebrated in the master chamber, bodies moving together with familiar passion and new tenderness. Silas knotted me deep while Rook claimed my mouth and Wren marked my skin with loving bites. The bond sang between us, strong and unbreakable. Yet as we lay together afterward, sated and drifting toward sleep, a small shadow flickered at the edge of my vision. A whisper too faint to catch. A chill that brushed the back of my neck before vanishing.

The lights in the room began to flicker, the glass bulbs buzzing as the electricity was sucked toward the bed. ​"I can feel them," I whispered, my eyes snapping open. They weren't brown anymore; a faint, violet mist was swirling in my pupils. "I can feel the nurses at the station. I can feel Silas... he’s three floors up, watching the feed. He’s smiling, Julian." ​"He’s smiling because he thinks he’s won," Julian hissed. He stood up, his own black veins erupting across his face in response to mine. ​The forbidden tension between us snapped. It wasn't a kiss, but it was just as intimate—a psychic collision as our two shadows merged into one. The room shook. A tray of surgical instruments on t

He howled with melancholy, "Go ahead and run! It doesn't matter where you run to, I'll find you and make you pay for the life of my cub!" I stayed quiet for a long time after hearing all of this. In the end, all I did was grunt in reply. "Alright." Those two's star-crossed love that started with a great bang had lost to a mere Moonshadow Grass. Under the moonlight at a distance, I thought I saw the young Silas I once knew. He had just returned from a major hunt and was standing in front of me with his spoils. The look in his eyes was clear and bright.

she hissed, the words seeming to emerge from the shadows. Ava’s hand gripped the map tightly, and her voice trembled as she shouted into the darkness, “We mean no harm. We are only after knowledge.” The candle relit back and emitted a flickering light. Their hearts still beating wildly, Ava hesitantly reached for the door, her fingers shaking slightly as she pushed it open. But instead of seeing theforest clearing bathed in sunlight, they found themselves standing in a dimly lit corridor, the walls covered with old carvings depicting long-forgotten memories of battles and mythical creatures.

The spirit shuddered in fright as the cold gaze forcefully put her into silence. She hurled in the corner, trembling as the eyes coldly watched her. The spirit can’t take it anymore and finally fainted in fright. The eyes then closed themselves again. Hellion paused, sensing that the spirit didn’t made a noise anymore. She quietly sat up, wiped her tears with the back of her hand as she basked herself into the silence. Hellion stared in the empty darkness, sad. She wanted to sleep and thus she forced herself to sleep but the mood wasn’t there anymore. She sighed softly in her heart and looked into the abyss, dazed.

“Fuck me like I’m your girlfriend.” I was pretty sure I heard another moan from the other room and then that was it. Willow would not leave my mind. Flashes of her in her bikini danced in my mind and how I had pinned her down earlier. Thinking of her body under mine made me shiver with pleasure. I could hear Shauna moaning, but I hardly registered it. My mind was caught in a fantasy. I started sucking on her neck as I pushed as deep inside of her I could. “Faster,” She breathed. “And harder.”