Siluman Novels & Stories

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

And you. Solomon: i have to tell you something, Amy. Solomon: I haven’t been entirely honest. Amy: What? You’re a serial killer at my door lol Solomon: Worse Amy. If we ever did meet, i might not be what you’d entirely expect. Amy: its always like that lol Solomon: no Solomon: i swear i want us to keep this that i might be willing to risk it. Amy: What are you saying? Solomon: My name’s not Solomon. It’s Sally. Sally Regenade.

Fear. Taking some gentle but précised steps back, her feet touched something that was buried under the dried leaf which carpeted the floor of the forest. Her stomach knotted. The object looked like a skull, perhaps, the skull of a baby that had died here. She picked the object but frowned from the rotten flesh that glued her hands. The eyes and mouth were gone, and what remains of the ear were at the mercies of some decomposing worms. Ejima steadied her grip on the object, placing them perfectly on her sling. She has not used something this heavy on her sling before, but what other option does she have?

"After him. Who." "Silas." Elias did not need to consult his notebook. He had memorized the data hundreds of times. He paused. "The original plan was Silas second. His ash would cool the hyperthermic state after Cain's mark. But according to the latest monitoring data, your gland requires a more stable transition period after hyperthermia. My pheromones have the highest affinity. Placed second, they can create a smoother bridge. Silas's ash serves as the outer seal. Placed last, for a more sustained cooling effect."

She was Calculating. "Mama," she whispered through our shared neural-link. "The shiny man is a machine. His heart... it’s a 'Zero-Point' cell." I realized then what Silas had done to stay immortal. He hadn't just moved to the Moon; he had replaced his humanity with the very tech he mined. He wasn't a man; he was a walking "Inheritance Tax." "Jago! Now!" I roared into the local frequency. The vault ceiling didn't explode—it dissolved.

At my eyes. He inhaled once, slow. Then his eyebrows lifted. Just a fraction. "Silver," Silas said quietly. "That's not a normal latent." Karl moved before I could blink. He was between me and his father in a second, shirtless, shoulders back, growling low. "He's mid-shift," Karl snarled. "Get out." Silas ignored him. "A null," he said. "A rare kind of latent. One in ten thousand. They don't follow scent. They cancel it."

"Sister? What are you talking about, Silas? I'm a human orphan. My parents died in the border raids." Silas looked back at the distant gates, then pulled a small, silver locket from beneath his armor. He pressed it into my hand. "Open it." I flicked the latch. Inside were two tiny, intricately carved moonstones. They hummed with a soft, white light that seemed to push back the Dead Lands’ gray mist.

She ruined our family! “She is a thief,” Sarah spat, her voice venomous. A Dud who stole the light belonging to pure bloodlines. Silas walked forward, dropping a small, heavy glass vial onto the center of the table. Inside the vial, a dark, bubbling purple liquid hissed violently. It was a concentrated strain of the Nullifier poison, mixed with corporate chemical enhancers.