Silhouette Covers Novels & Stories

"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.

The voice continued, louder this time. “I come to claim what belongs to me.” Something moved behind the crack. A silhouette. Tall. Broad. Wings—massive ones—stretching out like shadows swallowing the stars. Gina gasped. “What is that?” “I don’t know,” I said. But it wasn’t human. And it wasn’t vampire. And it wasn’t witch. It was something else entirely. The silhouette stepped forward until half its body pushed through the crack in reality, revealing faint, dark armor, a crown-like structure of bone, and long, flowing hair that writhed like smoke.

Silvio raised his brow, the side twitch of his lips indicated his amusement. Sadie flinched when he slowly raised his hand before caressing the side of her neck. She couldn't understand his actions, let alone him. The room became more claustrophobic for her, her breaths came out as pants, the trembling of her hands didn't seemed to halter. "It'll be quick." That's all she heard when he pulled out a silk like fabric from his left pocket. Sadie looked in both confusion and agitation, as Silvio wrapped the fabric over her eyes. The light suddenly turned into darkness.

A lone black silhouette with a curvy figure walking down the white hall to the few strongest survivors within the hall. The silhouette is not the cause of the shadow from the dark corner or the blurring of the eyes of many survivors but the literal silhouette that has the thick black fog-like substance covering the body all the time. The black fog-like substance slowly recedes once the owner of the silhouette stops in front of the survivor no more than 5 meters.

It didn’t cover much my back was bare, the sides laced up with thin ribbon, no panties underneath, no bra, nothing to hide me. Silas wanted me like this. Open. On display. “I don’t want anyone to see me,” I whispered. He stood behind me at the vanity, sliding a soft gold chain around my throat. “Then don’t let them touch.” His fingers brushed the back of my neck as he clasped it shut. “But they’ll see, doll. Every inch I’ve marked.” I turned to face him. “Why?” Silas leaned in close, pressing his lips to my jaw. “Because I want them to know who you belong to.”

And he equipped it with a hidden arsenal of non-lethal weaponry, designed to subdue any threats without resorting to violence. He even added a compartment filled with specialized equipment: ultraviolet lamps, designed to repel creatures of the night, sonic emitters, capable of disrupting the senses of supernatural beings, and vials of a strange, luminescent liquid, its purpose a closely guarded secret, all designed to counter the unknown threats of the Crimson Zone. Silas was a master of his craft, a meticulous engineer, a silent guardian. He left no detail overlooked, no precaution unheeded. He was determined to ensure Riana's safety, even if it meant defying the odds.

He didn't know what he was saying anymore as he tried his best to look somewhere else. “ I need to cover up. ” Sara gasped out but she didn't move from her spot. Her eyes were caught up in his lips which were being bitten harshly by his teeth right now. Her whole body was on fire. She could feel the heated anticipation gnawing at her guts. The sexual tension grew in the air as both of them held their places unable to move away or do anything. “ You need to cover up before I end up causing some major problem for both of us. ” Silas whispered in a foreign voice and used all his will power to detach his eyes from her body. He shifted uncomfortably, the buldge in his pants growing painfully.