Novel & Cerita Silhouette Covers

“A-Aurora… that bitch… she’s back! She’s alive! She called me… she said she came back from hell to haunt us! To haunt us for what we did! I saw her, Richard, I swear! A silhouette, right there in the doorway! She’s back! She’s back!” Her voice rose to a hysterical pitch as she shivered uncontrollably,scanning the shadows for a specter only she could see.

I let out a piercing shriek, covering my ears. "Putangina..." Dominic gasped, his breathing turning incredibly shallow and ragged. When I frantically looked down at him, my heart stopped... dark, thick blood was rapidly soaking through the fabric of his pant leg. Shaking with pure terror, I grabbed his shoulders, but he immediately reached up, cupping my cheeks with his trembling hands to force me to look at him. "Raegan, my love, listen to me very carefully..." he whispered urgently.

He looked at the woods, his face pale, his varsity jacket suddenly looking like a costume on a stranger. "Elara?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "What is that? Why is the sky... breaking?" "Don't look at the sky, Julian," Elara said, her voice dropping into the rasp of the Alpha. "Look at the trees." Emerging from the shadows of the "Perfect Oaks" was the Vantablack Shadow. It was Julian’s silhouette, but stretched and distorted, its edges flickering with high-frequency static. It didn't walk; it glided across the manicured lawn, leaving a trail of dead, grey pixels in the grass. Its eyes were two horizontal slits of Neon-Blue—the cold, unfeeling light of a system that had finally found

The dark silhouette’s voice rumbled through the hall: “THE LUNA CANNOT CHOOSE, BECAUSE THE CHILD SHE CARRIES IS UNIQUE.” My heart stopped. I staggered backward, breath stolen from my lungs, everything burning deeply. But in all that, it felt like the dark silhouette was a part of me, which scared me the most. “No…” I whispered. “No, that’s not possible.” The dark silhouette’s glowing eyes fixed on me, as if it had another message. “THE CHILD IS OURS! YOU MUST DO EVERYTHING TO KEEP IT SAFE.” “NO… THE CHILD BELONGS… TO ME…” Alpha Roderick continued to press on, not letting the dark silhouette intimidate him.

Nevertheless, it makes it appear that its primary objective is to notify me that it was able to force its way inside my apartment, provided that almost all sorts of sound warning systems are completely activated. And the way this silhouette happens to look at me from the outside appears to really be implying something I have never really figured out yet. If the shadow I had seen earlier behind the tree branches is the same as the invader on my apartment, it must have been clearly not worried about being caught, having known that I had seen it. Instead, it stared straight at me and tends to make no conscious effort to conceal itself away from my view. The silhouette appears mysterious as it o

Silhouette Two I had never left my hometown. I had never had any reason to; after all there was everything I would ever need in it. A college, where I had gotten my degree, and a family business I had hoped to take control of one day. But things changed. And I didn’t know whether that change was going to become for the worst or for the better.

Something perfect. "Silas, the frequency..." I wheezed, my lungs still burning from the mainframe’s discharge. "It’s too flat. It’s too clean." Silas didn't answer. He was frozen at the edge of the shattered window, his silhouette a dark, jagged mountain against the silver sky. His Alpha aura, usually a roaring furnace of gold fire, had pulled inward, curling around his heart in a tight, defensive knot. I could feel his dread through the Seal—a thick, suffocating oil that made my own heart stutter.

"You won't make it past the first biometric gate. The scanners don't just look for your face; they look for your frequency. Currently, your frequency screams 'Illegal File.' You’d be incinerated before you reached the elevator." He reaches into his inner pocket and pulls out a thin, translucent band. It glows with a soft, amber light. He grabs my wrist—the one not turned to stone—and snaps the band into place. A sharp, stinging cold spreads through my veins. It tastes like copper in the back of my throat. "A data-shroud," Silas explains. "It overlays your biometric signature with a legitimate guest profile. It’s a temporary patch. High-tier. It tells the Citadel you belong here."

Five hundred Unbound followed him, a river of stone and shadow pouring out of the sanctuary and into the ancient pines. I moved behind the vanguard, my medical bag strapped tightly to my chest. Two massive female wolves flanked me, their violet eyes glowing in the mist. They had refused to leave the Luna unprotected. My vision, permanently altered by the acoustic resuscitation, pierced the gloom of the forest. I could see the mercenary line dug into the northern ridgeline. They were wearing heavy, lead-lined tactical suits, their faces obscured by polarized helmets. Silas had designed those suits to block the mountain's healing resonance, making his men immune to the biological commands of o

From the very back row of the spectator gallery, Silas rose. He lifted his hood. The fabric slid over his silver-gray hair and fell behind his shoulders, the motion heavy, like shoving open a stone gate sealed for three hundred years. Every strand of his hair was a frozen waterfall beneath that skylight. He took his first step forward, and frost bloomed across the stone beneath him, a layer so thin it was nearly transparent, crackling underfoot like frozen earth splitting apart. He wasn't deliberately releasing his pheromones. The light pouring through this dome was simply too raw, too fierce, and he no longer bothered to hide what he was.