Novel & Cerita Silent Hill Fanfiction

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.

There and then, I finally accept that this man has completely succeeded in messing with my ever loving mind. I should be wailing in pain, pushing him away… fighting for my freedom. Instead, my perverted mind is already conjuring images of myself — stark naked and dripping with sweat, bum in the air, head buried in the sheets, while a naked Silvan slaps my ass until it’s a quivering, rosy red. Silvan sinks his fingers into my hair and lowers his hot lips to my ear; “You like that, don’t you?” I shake my head vehemently, appalled that his sinful voice sends shivers through my frame.

When we finally pulled away, she looked around and smirked when she saw other students staring at her. “Good, let them stare.” She was definitely loving the attention of being my mate, especially with Selena back in school. The Moon Hollow heirs were all the same. They used people to get what they wanted. Selena tried to do the same with him, but now it was Silva. The bell rang and we walked to our next class together. As we got closer to our class, I couldn't help but think if there was any way to break my relationship with Silva. Before the thought settled, I had already concluded because I knew our fathers would have my head if I do.

The scratch of claws stops, replaced by the slow, deliberate sound of a latch turning, the wood of the door groaning as it’s pressed inward. No one moves. The only light is the faint blue glow of frost, crawling now up the legs of the tables, licking at the boots of the living. Shadows pool, shift, rise—faces in the dark, mouths yawning wide, eyes inside out. Rowan’s hand finds Thalia’s, and in the darkness, the only warmth is the grip of living flesh. The Hollowing is here, and as the door creaks open on a world gone black, every soul in Silverpine understands that whatever comes next will cost them everything they have left.

“Hunter, how goes the vengeance?” “Slow yet,” answered Felix. She laughed, “You heart doesn’t sound in it like usual.” “My heart is changing,” answered Felix. “Good, vengeance only corrupts and brings more heartache.” Dolorous waved her hand over the water, and a beautiful woman redheaded woman appeared before, she had my eyes, and … “momma, no” I was in a room as a little girl holding her hand in bed, pale. I shook my head. “Evelyn, are you alright,” Felix reached out to me.

Jillian’s mouth moved against Clara's with an absolute, desperate devotion, tasting the jasmine and the salt air, drinking in the only real thing ever found in a lifetime of illusions. As the moonlight shifted across the bed, the silk slip slid to the floor, leaving no more barriers, no more secrets, and no more contracts between them. In the quiet sanctuary of the coastal night, the aloof titan and the brilliant scholar were finally on completely equal ground—writing a story that belonged to them alone, one breathless, fiercely protected moment at a time.

He didn't care where he was going; he just wanted to get out of that place. Raia still couldn't believe what happened when he returned to his dormitory. He just witnessed a murder right in front of his eyes. And it wasn't just an ordinary murder; it was done by a ghoul—a fucking ghoul and a strong one who easily broke a head while crazily laughing at it. The next day was another day for classes, but Raia seemed to have lost all her enthusiasm to get out of bed. He stayed up the last night thinking about what he saw, and no matter how many times he tried to forget everything, it felt like a broken record in his mind.

All they'd do is make him smile wider and press harder on the wound he'd just found. She bit down on her lower lip until the taste of blood filled her mouth, and that sharp, metallic sting was just enough to keep the dam from breaking. Tears clung to her lashes without falling, but her eyes had gone cold enough to kill. The air around her turned ice-cold, and even the rustle of the locust leaves overhead seemed to go quiet. On the other end of the line, every suspicion Sylas had been carrying clicked into place right after he mentioned "the head of the Hollowlight Sect".

I was crying as I said this but my words didn’t have any effect on Draven who merely stared at me as if I had been nothing before him. “I was only playing with you, you understand! How much stupider can you get? Didn’t you see me with that woman? You are right I was cheating on you because I got bored of you. I love her!” No that’s not true! This wasn’t what the Silia in the scene was saying but what I could hear my own self mumble. It was as if I could read what was going in the future Silia’s mind and as I saw her break down into tears I felt my own tears fall down my cheeks.