Silk Song Novels & Stories

“Daughter of the Ocean, danger lurks. You must be strong.” Time froze. The assassins were suspended mid-air, motionless. A memory surfaced no, a melody deep in her bones. Anastasia opened her mouth and began to sing. A haunting, ancient tune. Time resumed but the assassins faltered, their eyes wide in terror. “The Death Siren’s Song…” one of them whispered, trembling. Anastasia kept singing. Each note resonated through the room, vibrating the very walls. As she reached the climax of the song, the Sirens cried out, their hands moving against their will.

] [Guess what Anthony is up to now? A GIF popped up on the screen. There was Anthony, dressed to the nines, crouched down tying Linda's shoelaces. The cufflinks at his wrists were the ones Jessica had chosen for him. Her palm, which had healed, bled anew as she clenched her phone. The ringtone pierced the silence. It was Simon again. "Ms. Sullivan, ever the firecracker. If you'd been a bit more observant, you might've noticed the marriage certificate was a fake from the start."

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

Well, not mine anymore. "You should listen to that song," she said, mildly distracted as she picked at a loose thread on her dress. "What song?" I asked, trying, and failing… horribly, to keep the edge out of my voice as I knocked back another swig of whiskey. "The one I've been humming," she replied, finally yanking the thread free. "It's from Wild and Free's latest album." Oh, bloody hell. Of course it was. "You remember them, right?" she asked innocently.

They were shirtless, hosing down and scrubbing a vintage car that was parked just outside. Arian was singing a song loudly, scrubbing the side of the car. “Oh I want her and I need her! I'll give it all up for her!” Arian sang, gesturing at Seth who shook his head. There was no talking to Atian to keep his voice down that early morning. “You're loud.” “And this would be the ninth time you said that and my answer remains the same. I know.” Arian offered and Seth groaned just as his friend returned back to singing out loud.

The magical heat radiating from the silk instantly cut through the room's unnatural chill. I reached up, my long, pale fingers brushing against the side of her neck as I fastened the golden clasp beneath her chin. My knuckles brushed her pulse point. It spiked instantly fast, hot, and thrumming with that sunfire scent that had driven me mad since the day she arrived. "This is sun silk," she whispered, her hands rising to touch the shimmering gold fabric. "This costs more than a noble's estate. Why are you giving this to me?" "Because you are small, fragile, and annoying," I said smoothly, though my throat felt tight as I looked down at her face framed in gold. "And if you freeze to death bef

He claimed that if the West Coast treasury was funding this alliance, he demanded the right of final inspection. "Alright," Sierra says, her eyes narrowed as she circles me. She holds up a beaded gown of moon-spun silk that shushes against the floor with every movement—a masterpiece of structured elegance. "That one?" She nods toward the beaded silk, "Or this?" She gestures to the Caroline Herrera—a dangerously romantic piece that cinches my waist with a bone-tight bodice. The off-shoulder sleeves transition into a sea of flowing charmeuse, trailing behind me in a five-foot wake of shimmering fabric.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧

The white silk whipped away into the midnight wind, dissolving into the exhaust smoke. Sienna let out a fierce, liberating howl against the gale, her silver hair flying wild as she bared her fangs back at the retreating venue. "Tell your Beta bitch she can keep the scrap territory, Malik! The Okafor Moon Clan owes you nothing but silver and lead!"

It was a song by Christina Perri "A thousand years." Silence met Anna's ears by the time she finished singing and when she listened carefully, she could hear Andrei's deep breathing and she smiled. "Sleep tight handsome." Anna whispered and hung up.