Silent Hill Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

“We can probably make it out if we’re quiet.” Sneaking out of a house run by an Alpha and a beta has never been easy, but we have managed to do it a few times. While they were asleep, that is. I inwardly groan. Iselyn must’ve seen the look on my face because she rolls her eyes at me. “Wuss,” she whispers, getting to her feet.

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

My inner wolf pressed her nose against my ribs, practically purring at the physical proximity, while my human mind plotted three different ways to jam the needle straight into his carotid artery. I wiped a clump of dried blood away from his shoulder with a gauze pad. "This is going to hurt, you arrogant bastard." "Do your worst, sweet cheeks," Silas taunted, his golden eyes burning into my face, watching my mouth with a dirty, hungry intensity. "Show me how much you hate me." I didn't hold back. I drove the thick curved needle straight into the raw, living flesh on the edge of his wound. I didn't ease it in. I rammed it through muscle and skin, hooked the heavy thread, and yanked it tight.

Silas’s cold shadow brushing my cheek. I wanted to tell them not to cry. That I would do it again. That I will do it again. Because that’s what you do when you love someone. You learn to bleed beautifully. The darkness crept closer. My heart slowed. And as it did, I heard it again—the faint echo of Maldric’s laughter, deep beneath the sealed earth. You sealed the door, little demon. But you forgot the key is in you. My breath caught. My vision blurred. Then everything went black.

Our lips collide wildly, our hands wrapped tightly around each other, touching everywhere, holding on to anything that turns us on. River suddenly pulled away. His misty eyes met mine. "The drink my mom made," he said. My head throbbed with pain. My breathing was labored. My body was heating up. Sharon gave us drinks to get us in the mood! *** 290224, Anne Joyce

Silas was pulling too much power; he was burning the children’s brains to fuel his fight with me. ​“Stay with me, Leo!” Liam roared, swinging the butt of his empty rifle at a sentry’s head. “Nora, do it now!” ​In the Digital Realm ​Silas had me pinned against a wall of code. His hands were around my throat, and I could feel my memories being deleted—the smell of the flower shop, the feeling of the rain in the shipyard, the taste of Liam’s lips. ​“Die as a ghost,” Silas hissed. “And let the King begin his reign.”

One more lie had been erased. He walked to the back of Marcus’s SUV and used a finger to write in the layer of canyon dust on the rear window: SILENCE. He then took the laminated card—the same design as the one left for Julian—and placed it in Marcus’s lifeless hand. The silk has been cut. The Shadow’s Return Silas climbed back up the ridge, disappearing into the scrub brush as the first hints of a cold, grey dawn began to bleed over the horizon. He moved with the same deliberate, unhurried pace.