Silhouette Covers Novels & Stories

The workers wore heavy, obsidian-tinted visors, moving by touch and the rhythmic beat of a drum. "If we don't get the angles right, the reflection will just hit the other side of our own hull and melt it," Silas panted through the speaking-tube. "This isn't just shielding, Audrey. It’s a geometry puzzle where the wrong answer means we all turn into a grease spot."

“Oh, come on.” From the center of the carved names, a thin column of light rose. Not blinding. Focused. And within it… a silhouette. Mael gasped. It wasn’t solid. It wasn’t fully there. But the outline was unmistakable. The uniformed man. Kairos stepped protectively in front of me. “Is that containment failing?” “No,” I whispered. The silhouette flickered, unstable but conscious. When it spoke, the voice was no longer sharp. It was layered.

“I went to visit a friend.” He nodded, “Someone I know?” Michelle choked on her own saliva, “No.” He nodded again. Heaving a sigh of relief, Michelle proceeded to her closet to get changed. The minute she closed the door, she leaned against it, holding her chest. That was so close. One more minute and she would have been caught. She made a mental note to be more careful. As she approached the mirror, she found a stack of photos by the mirror. Curious, she picked them up, and almost immediately, she regretted why she did. They were photos of her in bed with different men. In each photo, her face was visible that it was hard to deny it wasn’t her. Quickly, she threw the photos away and stagger

He hated to hear his mate cry in his arms. Bianca couldn't witness Tabitha crying because Silas's huge physique helped her cover her face as she hid it. "Who are you?" Silas questioned. "Who are you to tell me what's good for me?" “I… Silas… listen to me,” Bianca reached out to touch his arm, only to have Silas's bodyguards intervene, swiftly pushing her away and wiping Silas's arm with a wet tissue to remove any trace of her touch. Bianca was shocked.

Silas’s hand slid down Noah’s chest slow, possessive, stopping just above his cock. Noah’s breath hitched. “Keep talking,” Silas said. “Every word makes me wanna shove something in your mouth to shut you up.” Noah laughed, shaky and mean. “Yeah? You and what army?” Silas leaned in, lips brushing Noah’s ear. “I am the army.” Then he stepped back, shrugged off his massive black coat in one move. Underneath he was shirtless. Scars everywhere. Muscles carved like he lived in a gym and a war zone. The cold didn’t even touch him.

“But we’re not marching blindly into the maw. We need a plan that doesn’t involve getting our souls Hoovered out through our eyeballs.” “I suggest stealth,” Silas offered. “I can weave a dissonance field around us, a cloak of psychic noise. It worked against the Echo-Wraiths. It might mask our ‘living’ signatures from whatever perceives these… husks.” “And when we find the source?” Elisse asked. “What then? If it can do this…” she gestured at the retreating riders, “…what can we possibly do?”

Pushing her legs apart, she is the perfect height for what I want to do to her. My hands move up her open thighs, lifting the wet fabric of her dress as I go. The underwear is now see through and I groan as I run my fingers over her covered pussy, the glint of metal through her clit. She moans, her head falling back as she braces her hands on the edge of the pool.