Silent Hill Fanfic Novels & Stories

Occasionally, she’d pepper the silky skin with light kisses to drive her squirming girlfriend deeper into insanity. “But it t-tickles....!” Whitney finally squealed, squeezing her eyes shut when Hollis found and concentrated on a particularly sensitive area just below her left ear lobe. The helpless situation added to that pleasant throbbing between her quaking legs. Hollis gave her a brief respite, glancing downward as she allowed three fingers to brush against Whitney’s horny mound. “Baaaabbbbyyyy...” The dark haired woman’s eyes rolled backward as she bit down on her lip to suppress further cries of necessity.

The forest was silent, save for the whisper of leaves caught in a wind that seemed to come from nowhere, the air thick with something ancient. Caitlyn walked deeper into the woods, the voice from the Hollow Fang still echoing in her mind, pulling her forward. She couldn’t ignore it—not now, not when the call had grown so strong. It was no longer a whisper, but a presence, an invitation. It was the pull of something that felt both wrong and... right.

The very mention of his name stirred a whirlwind of conflicting sentiments within me as if my heart and mind were engaged in a dance with the phases of the moon. Curiosity wove through the tapestry of my emotions. Silas is a vampire leader with an aura of ancient wisdom, and this was a puzzle I was determined to unravel. The mate bond, an ethereal connection that transcended the boundaries of our respective species, fueled my desire to understand the depths of his character. I yearned to peel back the layers that shrouded his history and to fathom the essence of the vampire with whom fate had bound me.

“They’re taking her! Silas, they’re taking her again!” ​Silas wasn't much better. He had collapsed to his knees, his hands clawing at the mud as he hallucinated the Solaris sinking into a sea of fire. Even King Alaric was frozen, his golden eyes wide as he stared at a ghost only he could see, the face of Rowena, weeping as the Spire fell. ​Finn, the youngest and most sensitive, had begun to walk toward the edge of a steep ravine, his expression one of haunting peace. “Mother?” he whispered, reaching out for the empty air. “You’re waiting for us? I’m coming...”

She giggles as I deepen it. Mate is so sexy Silas sighs.

My mouth gaped open. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding?” the stranger chuckled. But the laugh didn’t meet his intense darkened eyes as they scowled, scanning from Fiona to me. “We’ve been looking for you, Quiet One. Smart to swim away so we’d lose your scent. But you knew we’d find you… eventually. And how I’ll be rewarded on The Hill once I bring you back.” My eyes slit.

Slowly she goes up and down, making me rock hard in an instant. “Hailey? What are you doing here? When did you come back?” I was confused as the last time I knew she was still missing. Did Serafino find her? “What do you mean, what am I doing here? Don’t you remember last night, O… maybe I must show you?” she says as she slides down to my crock, taking it into her mouth. I was still so shocked that I could not believe what was happening, but god damn it felt good. I take her head in my hands and bring her up for a very passionate kiss while turning her onto her back. While our tongs do their dance of passion, my hand does their down dance down to her wetness that was soaking, dripping down

My voice sounded like gravel being ground in a mortar. ​“I am the piece of her you left behind,” the shadow countered. The tone shifted into something more melancholic, more manipulative. “I am the memory she could not take into the light because it was too heavy with your name. I am the part that still loves you, Silas. Do you really want to bury that, too? Do you really want to be alone in this iron world?”

Lila's P.O.V The darkness in the crypt was absolute, a suffocating blanket that pressed against my skin like the weight of all the Blackwood secrets buried here. My flashlight beam sliced through it, casting erratic shadows on the stone walls etched with names of ancestors long gone—generations who had fought their own battles against curses and betrayals. Serena's face emerged in the dim light, pale and drawn, her eyes wide with a fear that mirrored my own. The crash from above still echoed in my ears, the tumbling stones sealing the heavy door shut with a finality that made my heart race.