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.

There’s a spike strip three miles up at the gorge. "Kaelen, stop!" Sera shouted. "Silas says there’s a spike strip at the gorge! Three miles ahead!" Kaelen didn't stop, but he slowed down, his eyes narrowing. "How would he know that?" Because I can hear their radio frequency through the silver rot in my 'veins,'* Silas replied. The Council uses high-frequency shifts. Since I’m basically a living radio tower of ancient magic right now, I’m picking up their whole play-book.

Report: Stonewood, D, A crater in the Annamite Mountains. Vietnam. Abandoned WWIII missile silo. Wartime designation unknown. Moments ago... "How's it going, Dan?" Jackson called. I sat on a dusty metal stool on the third floor of the missile silo, hunched over an antique computer.

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!”

Anything. Nothing.

Roy was quiet all through the meeting because he wasn’t paying any form of attention to whatever it was they were saying but luckily his beta was listening and giving his own opinion and suggestions when necessary. For all he cares they were talking rubbish, no one had the right to tell him how to run his pack. They were all lucky they hadn’t talked out of line because if any did, even if it was by mistake, he wouldn’t hesitate in using that person as a perfect example for the rest. He knew they were all acting like assholes because he was mateless. They were all after his position as alpha but they would only have a taste of it in their dreams.