Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

We try to come up with a solution for that problem when we start hearing noises outside. "Down on your Knees! Don't test my patience boy! I won't hesitate to use this." I hear one of the guard's voice ring out from the darkness with nothing but the torch light illuminating the place. "I am going to connect to the speakers and play loud deafening music. The second that happens, you break the window. The music might be able to drown the noise a bit." Ian says as soon as the lights come back. He does exactly as he says and loud music starts blaring through the speakers. But as soon as it started, we hear a gunshot and the music stops just as quickly. My heart starts beating loudly, breaking the

For the next hour, I endured what could only be described as a ceremonial test of patience. Giselle spoke at length about the virtues of a good woman, obedience, silence, sacrifice, and grace under suppression. Her voice rose and fell with practiced authority, each sentence heavier than the last. I nodded at the appropriate moments, but inside, I was yawning so hard I feared my soul might escape my body. On the other hand, the women around her hummed in agreement now and then, their jewelry clinking softly as they shifted, clearly enjoying the sermon. Finally, Giselle’s gaze sharpened as it landed directly on me.

The golden glow in his irises was swirling, a liquid fire that seemed to be consuming the dark brown of his natural eyes. "Silas is... occupied," the voice came out of his throat, a harrowing, layered sound. It was Silas’s deep baritone vibrating under the Archon’s cold, clipped cadence. "He is currently reliving every kill he ever made for me, trapped in a loop of his own shadow. It’s a spacious mind, Verina, but a bit crowded with guilt. I find the architecture much more robust than your father’s little 'Vault' in your DNA."

They burned with a blue fire that seemed to be eating him from the inside. He was not looking at the adults. He was looking at Kieran. “The song,” Silas said in a dry voice. “The last pure note. I can hear it through the stone and the silence.” He took a step closer. “You took everything. My power. My future. You left me with only this… this bad noise.”

He wasn't looking at the locked iron doors. He was looking at his inner circle. "The doors are sealed," Silas whispered. His voice didn't boom. It didn't vibrate with the tectonic rumble of the Alpha command. It was a hollow, razor-thin sound, stripped entirely of its usual terrifying warmth. It was the sound of a King realizing his fortress was made of glass.

His eyes narrowed immediately. “Lauren. What the hell are you doing down here?” “Shut up and listen,” I snapped, keeping my voice low. I pulled out the small speaker I’d grabbed and hit play. Serena’s drunk, angry, terrified voice spilled into the small space. Silas went completely still. When the part about Vivian and bleeding Julian dry came up, his jaw tightened. He didn’t speak until the recording ended. “Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “She was in deeper than I thought.”

“The Sun Claw pack is excellent at tactical drills. They are fast, but they lack the patience for a long hunt.” The voice was low, cool, and came from the shadows between two massive bookcases. I nearly jumped, my heart hammering against my ribs as Silas stepped into the light. He looked as composed as ever, his dark hair slightly tousled, his expression unreadable, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that suggested he had been observing me for some time. “Silas,” I breathed, trying to steady my racing pulse. “You startled me. How long have you been standing there?”

had finally retired from the war, even if they still carried the scars of the front lines. "You’re doing it again," Silas said, detaching himself from the conversation to join me. He wrapped a heavy, warm arm around my shoulders, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a familiarity that never failed to settle the chaos in my chest. "You’re auditing the horizon, Willa. Looking for the one spot where the paint hasn't reached yet."

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

He treated me like a real partner who could make her own choices. The phone kept ringing on the table...I reached out, grabbing the phone off the nightstand... I tapped the green button and put the speaker to my ear, but I didn't say a single word... The sound coming through the line was fucking pitiful... Heavy, loud sobbing... The wet, nasty sound of a male crying his eyes out... "Seraphina... Sere, please..." Silas’s voice came through, thick, slurred, and completely wasted on liquor... He sounded like a pathetic worm, weeping straight into the microphone...