Silent Hill Fanfic Novels & Stories

Hailey*** The silence between us was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest as I tried to steady my breath. My fingers gripped Hollis tightly, as though by holding him in my arms, I could shield him from the pain that clung to him like a shadow. His past, the betrayal of his father, the haunting loss of his mother—each memory swirled around us, invisible but all-encompassing. I could feel the rawness of it in his every breath, and it broke my heart to know how deep the wounds ran.

“Silas—fuck—” Silas stood, unzipping. Slick fingers replaced tongue—two, then three, scissoring roughly. Aiden pushed back, craving more. Silas aligned, thrusting in one brutal stroke. Aiden cried out, forehead thumping glass as Silas filled him completely. The pounding started relentless deep, claiming, each snap of hips driving Aiden onto his toes.

“Long endless highway, you're silent beside me “Driving a nightmare I can't escape from “Helplessly praying, the light isn't fading “Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones “They took you away on a table “I pace back and forth as you lay still “They pull you in to feel your heartbeat “Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me.” Syila couldn't contain the feeling in her heart. Her emotions are mixed, between happy, and also sad for what she has done to a man who sincerely loves her. “Hold on, I still want you

He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper, grinding his pelvis against my clit until I came a third time, milking every last drop from him. I collapsed against his chest, shaking, ruined, covered in sweat and cum and my own juices. My pussy throbbed around his softening cock, still leaking. I pressed my face into his neck, breathing him in, whispering his name like a prayer. “Silas… my Silas…” Silas’s POV I was a shadow hiding in deeper shadows. I stood twenty paces back, hidden in the wild laurel bushes, body frozen like stone. I had flown into Italy three hours earlier, a ghost slipping across borders because of one message that set my blood on fire: The Pillage continu

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

Dark tendrils rose up my arm, like they were growing on my body at a rapid rate. What the hell? Silas’ laughter reached my ears. “Did you really think Raina was the target?” He snarled. “It was you, asshole. And once you’re gone, Raina will naturally be mine.” A thunderous growl ripped through the air just as the tendrils engulfed my whole body, pulling me into an abyss. Something within me snapped, and the last thing I heard was Raina’s piercing shriek, and I was plunged into darkness.

His voice, when it came, was quieter than wind but twice as cold. “I wasn’t sent here to save you. I was sent here to say goodbye.” Seraphina’s breath caught. Silas looked at the earth. “The dreams... they’re not visions. They’re awakenings. The Hollowing doesn’t come in flesh. It seeps into thought. Into memory. Into blood. It remembers who you were before you were born. And then it makes you forget.” Dorian’s voice was a blade. “Forget what?” “That you ever mattered,” Silas said, a tremor in his throat. “That you ever loved. That you ever howled under a moon that listened.”

Pure horror crossed his face. The bond shook painfully. Because whatever happened in that timeline— he failed. The Hollow’s black eye narrowed. “AND SHE STILL DIED.” The alternate Silas broke completely. The void around him spiraled out of control. Grief detonated through the marketplace. My Silas immediately moved toward him. “Stop!” But it was too late. The Hollow pulsed with satisfaction. Because despair fed it. The fractures widened further. Darkness began flooding into our reality. The creator shouted sharply—

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

Sierra’s POV Immediately following their escape from class The air in the abandoned corridor was thick with dust and ghosts. Sunlight seeped weakly through high, cracked windows, cutting the gloom into thin, jagged lines across the stone floor. Sierra leaned against the wall, pulse still fluttering from too much—too much adrenaline, too much attention, too much Malick. Every breath seemed to echo in the hollow corridor, mingling with the faint scent of old ink, broken spells, and the sharp tang of shadow magic.