Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

Her unborn pup did not survive. People said he had lost his mind, that he shouted like a madman. "Our baby died! Why should yours live? Why do you get to live?! You all should die!" Philip's parents locked him up at home. They invited every healer and witch doctor they could find, but each one left shaking their heads. He clutched a rag doll day and night, calling it his child. He could not even recognize his own parents anymore. Philip's mother brought Laila home from the healer's place, hoping she could calm him down. Alas, Philip hit her every time she got close. He even strangled her until she nearly passed out. Laila might have died if Philip's mother did not stop him.

The deck fell silent except for the sound of the sea accompanying the sound of Jason's rapid breathing as he tried to process the absolute fiction standing before him. "Dad?" Jason whispered, his voice barely audible.

“You don’t know how difficult it must be for me right now, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Yikes! Even to my own ears that had sounded so cold. The silence that I had been intending to break stretched itself into an even deeper chasm of awkwardness. I sighed. Sandra’s voice was very soft when she finally spoke. “I’m sorry if I sounded presumptuous. Of course I have no idea what it feels like to be in your shoes… I was just trying to empathize with you because you’re my best friend. I am sorry if I offended you though babe. It wasn’t my intention in any way.”

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.

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

in the back of my mind. Before I could answer, a group of Loyalists emerged from the dense fog at the edge of the ward. They were led by Sila, a young female wolf who had once looked at me with hero-worship. Now, she was carrying her young pup, whose fur was matted with a strange, oily sweat. "My Queen," Sila whispered, kneeling so low her forehead touched the frozen dirt. "My son... he’s crying. Not because he’s hurt, but because he says he can't 'Hear the Moon' anymore. He says all he hears is your Clock."

I was about to shift when Silvio chuckled, believe me it wasn't for any pleasing purpose rather a bone-chilling darkness laid underneath. He leaned forward, his arms instinctively flexed as he placed his elbows on his knees, his intimidating pose looked domineering. His eyes held Severin in captivating hold as he emotionlessly scoffed. "Tried. He's still alive." His eyes flickered towards Silas and he continued. "And I won't stop till I have his fucking head smashed under my foot." Silvio wasn't this heartless, was he? It was like I never this side of him prior, he seemed completely different soul.

They were led inside, footsteps echoing softly against polished floors, through hallways that felt lived-in rather than ornamental, until Silas stopped in front of a door near the back of the house. His study. Inside, the room was quiet and intentional. Shelves lined with books that looked read rather than displayed. A desk positioned not for show, but for work. Tall windows that faced the grounds, letting in the faint glow of outdoor lights. Silas stepped inside and remained standing. Marcus gestured toward the chairs. “Please.” Chloe and Riley sat. Silas turned to Chloe first. “You grew up watching people work themselves into the ground,” he said, as if continuing a thought she’d started e

But for the first time in a long while, the quiet didn’t feel like something she had to carry alone. It felt like something she was finally learning to break.

Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenes Diana My eyes widen in shock as the realization dawns on me—it’s no longer Dominicus in control. Silas stares down at me, his chest rumbling with a deep, guttural growl that reverberates through the air, charged with feral desire. There’s no mistaking it—he’s entirely feral, his gaze fixed on me like a predator cornering its prey. “Silas…” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.