The Silk House Novels & Stories

she giggled as she walked into the pack house. I walked over to the house and was surprised to find it dark, especially since I could sense Silas’ presence in there. I opened the door and was immediately hit with the stench of alcohol and blood. I flipped the switch and was stunned. There was broken furniture and glass everywhere and the walls had blood and dents. Silas was sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka in his hands. There were empty bottles everywhere around him. “She is going to have your balls when she sees this,” I chuckled.

She stood behind her. “Ok.” Michaela said turning to see her mother, Sabrina gave her more confidence to push harder. Michaela stared at the candles, inhaled, and exhaled before shutting and reopening her eyes. Sabrina was yet to see the fire because her attention was drifted by the flower vase that fell and shattered on the wooden floor. Michaela stared at the flames and it lengthened, almost reaching the ceilings. “You're going to burn down this house.” Sabrina said when her gaze caught the flames that were about to spread through the basement. She snapped her fingers but Michaela's gaze was still fixed on the candles and the flames didn't turn off.

I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “Welcome to the Shadow House”.

“The silk is water-based, Winnie! Use the telluric heat! Reach for the core, not the sun!” ​Winnie’s expression shifted. She stopped struggling and went deathly still. The golden glow vanished, replaced by a low, rhythmic pulsing of deep plum-purple. The air around her began to shimmer with a localized heat-haze. The silk webs didn’t burn; they simply dissolved, turning into a fine, salty mist. ​She dropped to the quartz shelf, her hands glowing with a dark, heavy radiance. She looked at me, and for a second, I didn’t see the woman I’d known in the village. I saw the Landlord.

Not even close. I had a place in mind. The same one I’d used before. The House of Silence. It wasn’t a real house, not officially. Just an abandoned private estate buried somewhere in the countryside, tucked behind tall hedges and an old gate eaten by rust. It was Gerald’s originally, but he’d handed it over to me for “projects” like this. No one asked questions there. No one heard screams either. As I drove, I fished my phone out of my pocket and sent a text:

"You ask too many questions Jia, Just this once... trust me. No questions” Jia opened her mouth, ready to argue but Silvio took her hand, his grip tight. She followed, glancing back once as the other man behind them shook his head with a soft, disbelieving chuckle He never thought he would see Silvio with a woman, much less like this. ******** The house was enormous-ceilings high enough to echo. Room after room, they moved in silence— five bedrooms, a personal home theater and a pool tucked indoors, the water still and glowing blue.

The werewolf packs were all connected through the same network, and with Lucas being the Beta of a powerful pack, this was practically a public bounty on me in the werewolf world. Noah shut off the news and raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry. Our institute has excellent security. This report will disappear soon. We'll erase your tracks too—no matter how sharp your ex-mate's senses are, he won't be able to find you." I relaxed slightly. But my phone rang just as I started settling into my new life in Wolfen Kingdom. Lucas was calling. I had blocked him from our mindlink, but I had forgotten to block his number.

Sinclair said with a smirk, sarcastically emphasizing his words as he walked out of the monastery quarter, slamming the door behind him. Ava fell to her knees as tears blurred her eyes. She anticipated the horror of what was coming for her. The House of Lycans had been defeated, and the palace taken over by a powerful Alpha, Axel, and now her half-brother was offering her as a slave to him to save his life.

Clerks ran red-faced behind the long counters, measuring and cutting and calling out prices. This was not a shop limping along on a few small sales a month. This was a shop drowning in money. I found a clear half-foot of floor near a pillar and stayed there, and I sent the steward off into the crush. "There is a cloth everyone speaks of," I told her. "The pale watered silk, the one all the noble houses want this season. Go and ask the clerk for a bolt of it. I would like to see it." She nodded and pushed off into the crowd. It took her a long while. I watched her dark head bob and vanish and reappear as she fought her way to the counter, and I waited, and at last she came struggling back, fl

"Someone is inside." The scraping stopped. Silence. Then, a soft ‘thud’ from the hallway. "He's in the walls," I whispered. Lucian signaled Rylan to flank the corridor. "Silas!" Lucian shouted. "Face me!" No answer. Suddenly, the gas fireplace flared, the flames roaring blue. A voice came from the hidden speakers of the surround sound system. "You found my little house in Zurich," Silas’s voice echoed, smooth and mocking. "I'm impressed, nephew. I didn't think you had the spine."