Silo Novels & Stories

“Two more weeks. Maybe three.” He nodded slowly. “Three weeks is fine.” She let out a careful breath. “Thank you.” “You already thanked me,” he said. “Stop thanking me.” She looked at him. He was looking at the meadow, but his ears were red. She looked away and smiled at her boots. Chapter 7: The Honey House The honey house sat between the farmhouse and the hive yard, small and wooden, smelling of wax and sweetness and something older underneath. Silas used it for extraction, for storage, for the quiet work of processing frames. He’d never offered to show it to her. She’d never asked.

"He says he 'hitched a ride' when I opened the link." Kaelen let out a frustrated growl, slamming his hand against the dashboard. A surge of his irritation flared through the tether, hitting Sera like a physical wave. "This is exactly what the Council wants! They want us unstable. If Silas is in there, he’s a leak. He’s a bridge for the First-Born to come back." Always the optimist, Silas’s voice echoed. Tell the big, grumpy wolf to look at the road. There’s a spike strip three miles up at the gorge.

I gripped the railing. Silas—or what was left of him—stood seven feet tall. His left arm was a piston of chrome and carbon fiber. Silver plates were bolted directly into his skull and down his spine. He didn't shift. He stayed in a grotesque, half-hunched position, his eyes glowing with a red, synthetic light.

It was a creature designed to consume the excess energy of the trench, a living siphon that had been starving for centuries. ​“Silas! We need a Dissonance pulse!” I yelled. “Frequency seven point four! Scramble its sensory arrays!” ​“I’m on it!” Silas’s voice was a frantic blur. “But the water will amplify the shockwave, Winnie! You’ll be hit too!” ​“Just do it!”

The tree shook violently on impact, branches snapping under the pressure before finally breaking apart from the force of their collision. Silence followed for a brief moment. Heavy, tense silence. Both Alphas slowly pushed themselves upright again, circling each other carefully now. Their movements were slower, more cautious, each one calculating the other’s next move with deadly precision. Neither of them dared to make the first blow, knowing very well that one wrong step could be deadly at this point.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

My fingers were numb, but I worked the mechanisms with practiced ease, sliding the rusted iron bolt back until the heavy wooden grate swung open. A wave of warm, dusty air smelling of dry grain and old timber rushed out of the opening. I unhooked my rope and lowered myself through the hatch, dropping onto the narrow, dusty wooden rafters thirty feet above the main floor of the silo. The interior of the silo was cavernous. Below me, illuminated by the flickering light of three iron braziers, six Bloodmoon guards were stationed near the internal gear mechanisms, waiting for Cassian’s orders. Through the heavy iron-slatted front ga

Holy shit. “ I know it is asking a lot but I promise I have given this plenty of thought.” Silvy said. Then she lays out her plan to have a baby through insemination. She explains everything she has done to get ready including starting shots next week. Silvy told me about the list of donors she looked at but none felt right. Damn right they didn’t because it isn’t me. My Silvy isn’t going to have another man’s baby, she is going to have mine. Silvy begins to tell me I don’t have to do anything but donate and walk away as soon as she gets pregnant. She won’t ask me for anything. While she talks I’m coming up with my own plan.

Chloe I knew I would be late for my next class. I had dozed off while waiting for my first class to end, and strangely, I didn't mind. I felt drained and weak, overwhelmed by depression and anxiety as I walked down the empty hallway. Maybe I should call my brother to come pick me up, but he had classes of his own. Sighing, I looked down at my feet while walking, but I stopped abruptly when I noticed a pair of pink heels in front of me. I looked up and took a step back as my eyes met the green gaze of our school's biggest bully, the Queen Bee. Behind her stood two of her friends and her boyfriend, the quarterback of our school's team, who carried himself as if he had been crowned Miss Univers

Riley was left alone in the basement. It was cold and wet, and she could feel it seeping into her flesh. She had stopped crying once Ollie left and laid on her back on the damp mattress. She once again tried slowing her breathing, calming her mind, and relaxing. She thought of her mate, of her mysterious stranger. She fell. She kept falling until she hit pavement. She was outside the pack house. She walked towards the front doors and felt the cold handle in her palm. She turned the handle and walked into the foyer. Everything just felt real here, but she couldn't understand why the dream led her to the pack house.