Silent Hill Fanfic の小説・ストーリー

Black dress hitched around my hips, legs around his thick waist, I should have been walking on air. Except, if anything, coming here had made it worse. /I keep telling you/ Sybil complained but here I was making the same mistake again. Even so, giving it a fourth go was still appealing though as his fingers teased and wandered to my most sensitive place. But I need to get to Shadowlands. I need to drop a hint to Cillian, ready for Freya fleeing Phillipe tonight. She’s in for a shock as I think back to the delicate , spoilt wimp of a girl I’d met just after the Ceremony massacre..

“I bring her to you and you guys get her out of here. That’s the plan. She’s the plan” This forest smells a hell lot worse than it does in my nightmares. It smells like death. Smells like Christopher Kincaid and his warped mind. And it has echoes of our childhood memories wailing like soulless ghosts. Shane shut down the minute he touched River’s blood on the grass. Right now, he’s leaning against the tree, eyes into the night, mind away from whatever Viola is trying to tell him. Neo? He’s talking to Silva alright. He has that crazed look on his face, the one that says Silva wants control and he’s willingly going to let him have it.

She stood near the far exit, pale and soaked from the rain, her hair plastered to her neck. Her hand was clenched around a shard of obsidian that seemed to drink the light from the room, leaving her in a pocket of unnatural darkness. The bond between us wasn’t gone. It was... wrong. Twisted. Erratic. It felt like a living thing caught between breaths, gasping for air that wasn't there. Beside her stood Silas. My shadows surged instinctively, pooling at my feet like ink spilling from a shattered bottle, hissing with predatory intent.

Chapter 192: The Rising Flame Aria's POV The shadows pressed in from all sides, their cold tendrils coiling around me like a living vice. Silas's laughter echoed through the darkness, a haunting melody of triumph. For a fleeting moment, doubt crept into my heart. Was this it? Was I truly out of my depth?

He wrapped his salt-claws around Mama Sira’s connection, his violet eyes glowing with a parasitic hunger. "My turn to eat," he hissed. I didn't pull back. I opened the Fourth Door wider. I didn't send him light. I sent him the debt. I flooded the thread with the memory of the fire. I gave him the taste of the cellar floor and the sound of the Iron Hollow screams. I turned the bond into a conduit for every ounce of suffering the Council had caused. Silas shrieked. His salt-armor turned black, cracking into jagged shards that fell into the void. The silver thread snapped from his grip, recoiling like a wounded snake.

"They love the girl you used to be. I am the only one who can touch the thing you are now without flinching." Rhea gasped as his hand slid into her hair, pulling her head back. The Hex flared, a blinding wave of lust that felt like drowning in liquid fire. She didn't see Ash’s golden eyes or Zane’s playful smirk. She saw only the dark, hungry void that Silas offered. She reached out, her fingers digging into the scarred leather of his tunic, pulling him toward her. "Show me," she breathed against his lips. "Show me the dark."

Fiona flushed with anger. “Your jealousy is still strong as before, Fiona. And it was your jealousy that drove Silas to his death!” Sheryl’s suppressed anger exploded. Fiona’s pupils shrank violently. She became uncontrollably frightened, and her lips were trembling. “What… What nonsense are you sputtering? You shameless woman. Silas is gone now yet you’re still out to get me? “Guards, drag this nun out of my sight!” Fiona suddenly yelled. “Hold it!” Sharon exclaimed and glared at Fiona coldly. She sneered, “Why are you in such a hurry to drive her away, Fiona? Is it possible that you have a secret you’re unwilling to expose?”

"Don't! You can't fight logic with shadow!" "Then what?" Silas gasped, his eyes dimming. "If we can't hide in the dark and we can't burn in the light... where do we go?" ### The Third Frequency Sarah stepped forward. She didn't look like a victim anymore. She looked like the **Kernel** itself.

Life seems to be good, but I know it’s all going to come crashing down eventually. I still have a mysterious enemy out there that wants to kill me. He is probably going to come after my son as well. Eli is no longer my biggest priority. It’s sad that there are no descriptions of this enemy. We comb through the books word for word. “Here! I found something.” Silas looks excited and when I read the clause, I can’t help but grin. It explains in detail how a Lycan mate bond works and also explains how I knew it was Eli and what he wanted.