Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

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The Guards were in good hands, the kingdom had two new powerful and dutiful rulers, and the last person responsible for Athena's death was dead. "Still mulling over whether you made the right decision or not?" Silas's deep voice sounded from behind me as he approached. His boots squeaked against the grass, giving away his position for a male who was as powerful and supposedly deadly as Silas. He carried himself like a barbarian, constantly clunking his feet where ever he walked and always making so much nose. I guess he didn't need to worry about being seen or heard he was a deadly force; it was just comical to think about.

Silvio against two men. ****

I slipped through the broken side door and crept down the row of old planters until I found the back storage crate. One knock. Pause. Two knocks. Pause. One more. The wood creaked open. “You again?” a voice whispered. Old, raspy, familiar. “You’re late, girl.” “Yeah, well,” I said, breathless, “I’m out. I need more. Now.” The man—Silo—stepped into the dim moonlight. His white beard caught the glow, making him look like a ghost from some forgotten time. He used to be a healer. Now he was the academy’s most discreet rule-breaker.

"We're at the building." A pause. "He's inside." Silas's voice had gone slightly careful. "The signal is — it's very strong from there. It's not just him. There's something else. A second frequency running alongside his." He went quiet for a moment. "It's mechanical. I think." "You think." "I've never felt a mechanical Void frequency before," Silas said. "But it doesn't feel like a person. It feels like a person's frequency, but—bigger. Like someone put it through a speaker."

He flinched at every creak of the old building, every gust of wind. **<< He’s… quieter… >>** Silas whispered, his voice raspy. **<< The cold… not gone… but… coiled. Like a snake… sleeping. Planning. >>** He turned his head, his gaze locking onto Leo’s with startling lucidity. **<< He thinks in… blueprints. Cold rooms. Steam. >>** A shudder ran through him. **<< The Hive… he called it… once… in the dark… when he thought I was asleep… >>** **<< The Hive? >>** Leo leaned closer, his pulse quickening. **<< Where, Silas? What is it? >>**

into existence. "They’re 'Reading' us, Lyra," Silas whispered, his voice sounding like a recorded echo. He felt a sudden, sharp vibration in his marrow, as if a massive, invisible finger were tracing the line of his spine. "It’s not a gaze anymore. It’s an interaction."

With a terrifying animal roar that shook the loose metal sheets of the shipping containers, Silas lunged forward like a streak of golden light, his extended claws cutting through the dark to meet the first wave of paralyzed fakes. I slammed my data cable into the terminal port, my fingers flying across the tablet screen as the blue upload bar began to crawl across the glass. The final audit of the Shadow Council's supply chain had officially begun, and the secretary was here to close the account.

He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper, grinding his pelvis against my clit until I came a third time, milking every last drop from him. I collapsed against his chest, shaking, ruined, covered in sweat and cum and my own juices. My pussy throbbed around his softening cock, still leaking. I pressed my face into his neck, breathing him in, whispering his name like a prayer. “Silas… my Silas…” Silas’s POV I was a shadow hiding in deeper shadows. I stood twenty paces back, hidden in the wild laurel bushes, body frozen like stone. I had flown into Italy three hours earlier, a ghost slipping across borders because of one message that set my blood on fire: The Pillage continu

Cold air escaped through it. Different from the mansion above. Heavier. Drier. Like air that hadn’t moved in a long time. My skin reacted instantly. Silas shifted his stance slightly. Protective. Controlled. Alert. The seam widened further. Then stopped. Silence returned for half a second. Then something spoke. Not a voice. A sound shaped like pressure. Low. Fragmented. Almost human. But not fully. My breath caught sharply. The sound repeated. Closer this time. Silas’s voice dropped.