The Silo Novels & Stories

Steve explained. “What exactly is the name of this company? Why haven’t I ever heard of it?” Carla asked, puzzled. So many changes had happened in this small village and she was totally ignorant about it. This company seemed to have a lot of money but she had never heard of a new company with so much money to upgrade a village into a town in a few years. With the move of things, this village would become a city in the next ten or so years. “Helling Inc. I heard they own a huge company abroad.”

"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.

"Ready to see what the Sterling family is actually for?" ​He snapped his fingers, and the floor beneath me turned into a window. Below us, I didn't see the Earth. I saw the 'Pantheon's' true target. Every nuclear silo on the planet was glowing red. ​"The Ledger isn't for money," Silas smiled. "It's the world's self-destruct button. And I'm about to press it."

"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."

It was a silence so profound it felt heavy, a stark contrast to the constant white noise of the city. I found Silas in the library—a smaller, warmer version of the one in the penthouse. He wasn't reading a ledger or analyzing a ticker. He was standing by the fireplace, staring at the Rossi Woodworks deed. It was framed now, a simple piece of paper that had once been my "price," now treated like the most valuable asset in the entire Vane portfolio.

I let him try to think of a clever explanation, but I didn’t need him to give me an answer—I already saw right through him exactly like I saw right through Jason. Before he could actually form a sentence, my phone rang with Angie’s ringtone. I picked it up as River seemed to sigh in relief. “Yes?” I answered. “Boss, we need you at the Silo.” Angie replied. “The pipes are leaking.” Immediately, I knew exactly what she meant. The Silo was code for an interrogation site used when our methods had to be a bit more direct and leaking pipes meant that the mole we had been looking for had been caught. “Thank you.” I answered. “On my way

"I’m not telling him shit. In fact, I’m letting him know I lost the opportunity. He should wallow in pity for that extra 2k he's caused me to lose." “That's if he even feels a shred of pity for me.” "And that, my friend, is the beginning of the downfall of your marriage. But it’s actually a smart decision." Knock knock. The warehouse door drags open again. "Silas!" Pippa calls out. Silas is the company gateman. He rarely comes into the warehouse unless there’s a delivery that needs a signature. "What’s up, Pippa?" He greets her, but his feet are moving straight toward me.

Chapter 12 Valencia's POV The aftermath of my digital arson was still glowing on the monitors when Silas led me down a spiral staircase I hadn’t noticed before. The air changed as we descended, losing the scent of sandalwood and old paper, replaced by the sharp, ozone tang of high-voltage cooling fans and the unmistakable, lingering smell of... nacho cheese? "I’m giving you a partner," Silas said, his voice echoing off the metallic walls. "He’s brilliant, he’s effective, and he’s an insufferable headache. Try not to kill him before the merger falls through."

It felt less like a headquarters and more like a cathedral dedicated to a god that had finally retired. I walked toward the central sculpture a massive, abstract phoenix forged from the recycled hardware of our first server farm in Geneva. I reached out and touched the cold, jagged metal. "It’s strange, isn't it?" I didn't need to turn to know it was Silas. He was standing near the entrance, his hands buried in the pockets of a dark wool coat. He looked like a man who had finally stepped out of a storm and into the quiet of a library. The predatory "Wraith" was still there, visible in the way he tracked the shadows of the room, but the edge was blunted by a profound, weary peace.

The silver filaments outside the ship began to spin, creating a vortex of white-gold energy that started to liquefy the sand at the top of the silo. The Siege of Silo 9 Outside, the first Void-Hound—a multi-legged, liquid-carbon predator—leaped onto the silo’s rim. Lucian met it with a heavy kinetic rifle, the recoil bruising his shoulder. "Isabella! The vents are clogging!" Elara shouted from the control booth, her hands flying across manual levers. "The pressure is building! If they don't launch now, the silo will implode!" "They're syncing!" Isabella yelled, firing a flare into the dark to blin