Novel & Cerita Silent Hill Fanfiction

“They’re taking her! Silas, they’re taking her again!” ​Silas wasn't much better. He had collapsed to his knees, his hands clawing at the mud as he hallucinated the Solaris sinking into a sea of fire. Even King Alaric was frozen, his golden eyes wide as he stared at a ghost only he could see, the face of Rowena, weeping as the Spire fell. ​Finn, the youngest and most sensitive, had begun to walk toward the edge of a steep ravine, his expression one of haunting peace. “Mother?” he whispered, reaching out for the empty air. “You’re waiting for us? I’m coming...”

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.

But in the artificial heat of this moment, it only added fuel to the fire. ​"She’s a bottomless pit of need, isn't she?" Silas rasped, his eyes locking onto mine with a challenge that defied blood or brotherhood. ​He didn't wait for a verbal answer. He moved into the narrow space between us, and with a low, guttural grunt of effort, he guided his own length into her, finding the opening she had saved for him. Sienna let out a sound that wasn't human—a high, keening wail of pure sensory overload as she was filled by both of us simultaneously.

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—

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.

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

"Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?" Caught in his lie, Rhett froze for a moment, then ran off in a flustered, furious rage. Unlike before, I didn't chase after him to comfort him. I let him vent his anger. The guests gradually left. As the wind howled along the coast, I returned to my room alone. As soon as I pushed the door open, a strong stench of blood hit me. I saw the bloodstains on the ground. The puppy was lying there, with its eyes closed and its breathing stopped.

"Come with me." Too exhausted to argue, we followed her deeper into the forest, away from the horrors of the Hollow. Little did we know, our journey was far from over. Chapter 50 Alina's POV The darkness swallowed us whole. One moment, we stood in the eerie stillness of the Hollow; the next, a wave of shadow surged forward, smothering every glimmer of light. It wasn't just the absence of light—it was a suffocating force, pressing against our skin, seeping into our minds.

Silver chuckled. “Sure” he said. They both watch Lila and Shadow fuck each other roughly, scratching themeselves with their claws. She wondered how it would be if she never had a wolf. Shadow would have killed her with this type of strength. She yawned, tired. Octavia closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep

"You have done nothing but bring pain and misery to my life. I try hard to hold this because you're my husband's brother from the same parent but I can't anymore, the queen should have swallowed, Silas. You were never meant to exist, a mistake the spirits now regret " His face turned red instantly and his eyes became black with his breathing became heavy and uncontrolled. She could tell she had injured his sick ego with the line he forced her to spill. Silas vanished into the corner of the dungeon and she wondered if he was lurking in the shadows to tend to his injured ego but he sounded reappeared with that which she least expected. The decaying body of a woman whose eyeballs had fallen out