Silo Novels & Stories

The man staggered backward, his foot catching on the edge of a weight bench. Time slowed. He fell, his head snapping back against the corner of a weight machine with a sickening crack. Claire stood frozen, her chest heaving as she stared at his crumpled body. The gym fell silent except for the sound of her loud breathing. Taking a shaky step forward, her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. He wasn’t moving. “Breathe, Claire. Just breathe,” she whispered, her voice trembling, but the words didn’t calm the storm raging inside her.

Daire’s voice came out like ice. “I’ve done some research on the subject. I am older than both of you combined.” Cadogen dusted his shoulder. All three of us walked back to the table Cedar was at. He looked at Cadogen with suspicion. I sat beside him but he wasn’t happy with me either. He clutched the wyvern stuffy to himself. “Soul-Tie’s are bonds between two people and they have to be sealed. You seal them with an emotionally charged Intimate act.” He looked between the two of us.

The gold and violet energy swirled together, creating a bubble of warmth that felt like home. "The Sanctum is in the valley below, Elena," Silas rasped, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that made the snow beneath our boots shift. "I can smell the old stone and the necrotic rot. They’ve been waiting for us to find this place. They think the isolation is their protection."

Toward Lorren. In the Hollow, the bloomfield had not returned to normal. Instead, its form had shifted subtly, but unmistakably. The strands now arched like limbs toward a center that hadn’t been there before a small depression in the soil, not created by any of them. At its heart was a smooth black stone. Oru knelt beside it. “That wasn’t here yesterday.” “No,” Siran said, staring at it. “It wasn’t.” Jaryth approached slowly. “It’s not stone,” he said after a moment. “Look closely.”

Those people have no soul. I tried to look for how to escape but I couldn't. There's a small window but it has silver bars on it, and werewolves can't touch silver. I can't go out. I'm stuck here, but I don't want to give up I have to do something. I can't stay here forever. I hear the bolt of the door move. I bet those rascals are here to give me my breakfast.

"Where is he, Bear?" "Silas took him to the old lumber mill on the north edge of Oakhaven," Bear replied, pointing to a jagged icon on the map. "It’s a fortress. It’s got high ground for snipers and only one way in through the valley. Silas has at least fifty men there. All Iron Disciples. They’re fanatics, Doc. They think Silas is a god returned from the dead." "Then we’ll show them that even gods can bleed," I said.

"He’s trying to suck the foundation out from under us." The Penthouse: The Master’s Hand In the heights of the Zeitz MOCAA, Silas stood in the centre of a hurricane of violet static. He wasn't holding a glass anymore. His arms were outstretched, his fingers twitching as if he were playing a massive, invisible pipe organ. "Beautiful," Silas whispered, his voice projected through the building’s own internal speakers. "She found the mountain. She found the original blueprint. I should have known she wouldn't be able to resist the allure of the granite."

Silas claimed to have the key to that lock. "The mountain is a living organism, Elara," Silas continued, his hologram flickering as the Palace’s resonance tried to reject his signal. "But it is a primitive one. It follows the laws of Enzymatic Inhibition. I have developed a localized viral agent, a molecular 'scissors' designed to snip the bond between the quartz and the marrow. One command from the Acheron in the harbor, and your sanctuary becomes a pile of inert gravel. You won't just lose the Palace; you’ll lose the ground beneath your children’s feet."

His eyes were no longer human; they were two pits of the Abyss, staring through me as if I were nothing more than a line item in a failing ledger. "You look shocked, Zora," Silas rasped. His voice wasn't a single tone; it was a chorus of a thousand dead souls, a binary scream slowed down into a human crawl. "Did you think the 'Reverse-Siphon' was an exit? In this family, every exit is just a rotating door back into the vault."

A voice shouted codes while others tallied. Elira typed new entries in, then hesitated. "The cereal grain silos—these were part of last year's last field." Caelan looked over, taken aback. "Still valid?" "Still useful. And their protein levels increased during post-harvest conditioning." "That means next cycle's mix could—" "—be stronger, yes." The future isn't always constructed from the new. Sometimes it's grown on what was once barely sufficient—and deciding to keep carrying it along anyway.