Silent Hill Fanfic Novels & Stories

We pass patches of mist rising from the earth. Khael clears his throat. “She trusted us. Took the sedative willingly. Her will bent to our need—and she accepted.” She smelled the silenelle and gave herself up to us. That isn’t just consent. That’s belief. Belief that we’ll hold her through the storm and deliver her into something new. The Hollow doesn’t just demand flesh. It demands surrender. The kind that only the brave can give. And she’s braver than any female I’ve known. Braver than many males too.

“Or am I the only one who sees you for what you really are? A creature of fire and darkness, just like me.” Her silence was deafening, her trembling a melody only I could hear. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Hell isn’t something you fear, Sabrina,” I whispered. “It’s something you become.” Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she leaned into me, as if seeking comfort in the very thing that had shattered her. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. “Do you understand now?” I asked, my tone gentler, almost soothing. “There’s no escaping this. No escaping me. We’re bound, you and I. Fire and shadow. Heaven and hell.”

“How do you want to help that poor girl, then?” “I want to make The Sinner fall in love with the Innocent Beauty. It's time we do everything we can to bring Rose and Vladimir together. It's time they too have a love story of their own.” Sila smiled. He scoffed at his sister with a stupefied look. “Love story and with Brat?” Sila glared at him and punched his shoulder. “Ouch! You still hit like a man, girl!” Sila rolled her eyes at his sarcasm.

Zen smiled at her "You've been so learning well," he said grabbing her breasts and sucking her nipples. Silvia removed the blood-stained knife that had sunk deep into Zen's heart. She had killed him after their several sessions of making out "No fuck ups no mistakes" She had to make sure to clear any obstacles that would prevent her from getting married to Dilan. She brought out her phone it was 8 pm, she smiled to herself...now she'll have to look for another sex mate till she got married to Dilan

He studied me for a long moment before saying, “The bond between you two, it’s not normal. It’s not just tethering. It’s sharing. His magic leaks through you, yours stabilizes him. You’re both bleeding into each other.” “I noticed.” “I can draw the excess out,” he said. “But I’ll have to anchor it, through me.” Riven looked up sharply. “That’s suicide.” Silas ignored him. “If it works, it’ll purge the shadowfire long enough for him to wake. If it fails—” “Then what?” I asked. Silas’s gaze darkened. “It takes us all.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. Riven muttered, “I vote no.”

If Rezef wants her, who are you to stop him? I wanted to scream, tell the voice inside my head to shut up. As soon as I heard about Sully’s escape, the voice was driving me crazy. It was making up all those scenarios that could happen to me if Rezef wanted Sully back. Still, I kept hoping that it would not happen. Sully would not be pure anymore. Would Rezef accept someone who was not pure? I had bled on my wedding bed, but Sully would not. A Silverclaw had taken her. She was not pure anymore. She was tainted by the hands of a Silverclaw.

"SILAS! NOW! GIVE ME THE FIRE!" Silas let out a roar that could be heard all the way down in Shadow-Valle. He slammed into her one last time, pinning her against the stone wall. He exploded. He filled her with a massive amount of hot, cursed seed. He poured everything into her—the pain, the growth, the heat. When it was over, Silas did not grow anymore. The fire was quiet. He stayed inside her for a long time, his forehead resting against hers. He was still a giant, but he was no longer in pain.

Still, even in Eregdrix, Hades made it known that Silva was his own. Chaos and Apocalypse was a tight place for relationships as the bonding were light. Silva's death occurred to her as a dream. A dream which Raphael sent her and the rest into. (CHAPTER 26 - CHAPTER 27) Silva's death took place when she tried to make Gefion not take John's power. Thus, she had no idea that the dream was a reality as well, her body existed in two places at a time. As she died in her vision, she died in person. The effect of her death, took Butt to a cold path. He restricted himself from being so close. Although this wasn't the death that brought rage upon Butt's heart.

“You broke something in him that was just starting to heal. I thought you should understand the full weight of that.” She left before Marina could respond. The afternoon crawled past with agonizing slowness. Marina sat on the stone floor, feeling Silvain’s presence above her like a physical weight. The bond pulsed between them. Not with love or even hatred, but with a hollow ache that spoke of potential destroyed before it could bloom. She thought about Elena. About Silvain loving someone who died violently, blaming himself, closing off his heart for five years. Then finally, during one Blood Moon Hunt, allowing himself to hope again. Allowing himself to choose a mate.

In the damp, lightless hollow of the Maw, surrounded by the ash and flame of the dead, the Prince and the Sovereign collided. It wasn't a mating of intellect and elegance. It was a "Siren’s Lament" played on skin and bone. Silas took her with a lethal intensity, his movements a rhythm he’d honed over a thousand sleepless nights of dreaming of her. He claimed her with a dark, twisted possessiveness that made the breeding cycle Xander wanted look like a children’s game.