Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

The silence of the pier suddenly felt oppressive, the sound of the water against the pilings like a slow, rhythmic drum. "What are you talking about?" I whispered. My voice felt small, swallowed by the vast, industrial emptiness around us. Silas leaned in, his face inches from mine. I could see the reflection of the harbor lights in his eyes, but they looked like twin fires in a dark forest. His voice dropped to a low, lethal vibration that cut through the wind and settled directly in my marrow.

"He thinks he’s getting us into a controlled environment. He doesn't realize he’s locking himself in with a wolf." "And an accountant," I added, looking at the black box of deeds I had hidden under the furs of the bed. The audit wasn't over. We were just moving to a higher altitude. And Silas was about to find out that when you push people to the edge of the world, they have nothing left to do but jump—and take you with them.

Sierra felt confused by the attitude that her parents seemed to embody. She felt something was hidden but could not figure out what it was. Her curiosity and uneasiness grew when Audie dodged her questions. "Never mind, Sierra. We have to go now," Audie said in a somewhat hurried voice, trying to distract Sierra from her questions. However, Sierra could not shake the strange feeling that haunted her. She asked Gama, who was accompanying her in the wheelchair, directly.

No one should live their whole life in humiliation. I had had enough of being called "lowly", "a stand-in", or "a shadow companion". And I would never let my pup bear the stigma of being illegitimate. I retrieved all the documents from my room and handed them to Lucien solemnly. "In the past days, I've already transferred all my assets to Sylvia's former subordinates. The handover is complete. "Rhett is now ten. He needs a proper mentor. I'm just an outsider; I can no longer fulfill this role."

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

Carla groaned and pushed herself up, Damon and Stacy scrambling beside her. When they all looked at me standing tall without falling, their eyes bulged out of their sockets. Carla gasped. “This isn’t a coincidence. King Cassian has landed safely with Liora. We must be close to the Silver Forest.” The moment she uttered these words, ‘Silver Forest,’ a deep, thunderous growl rolled through the clearing, shaking the ground under my feet. Then a massive Silver Wolf materialized out of thin air, its fur shimmering like liquid moonlight. It didn't hesitate even for a second and lunged at me, jaw wide, glowing purple eyes locked on Liora.

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."