The Silo Novels & Stories

"The garrison's barracks are empty. The High Inquisitor's remaining zealots have locked themselves inside the central control spire. They are going to trigger it from behind reinforced null-iron shields." Silas dismounted his stallion in one fluid, beastly motion, his boots crunching heavily over the black volcanic sand. He strode over to my horse, his large, calloused hands anchoring under my hips to lift me effortlessly down to the ground. The moment my feet hit the dirt, my knees buckled from the sheer exhaustion of the three-day run, but Silas caught me instantly, pulling me violently flush against his chest. His possessive heat seared through my gown, his heart hammering a frantic, leth

The Final Verdict Silas stepped back from the barrier, his shoulders sagging slightly as the heavy, crushing weight of his absolute defeat finally settled over him. The badland empire he had spent a lifetime carving out of the Cinder Gorge wasn't destroyed by superior firepower or corporate sabotage; it had simply become obsolete. It had been outgrown by a world that refused to live in the dark. "What happens to me now?" Silas asked quietly, his voice losing its sharp, venomous edge, leaving behind only the weary cadence of an old man whose time had passed.

“I’m listening.” He ran a hand through his hair, growling low. “And what if listening gets more of our people killed?” She looked down at the child before her a young scout, barely shifted twice, now sweating through fevered dreams. “Then we listen faster.” They found Silas in the oldest part of the forest—where the stones no longer held names and the trees leaned too close together. He was kneeling, bare-chested, beneath a dying tree. The roots wrapped around him like arms, and the mark on his back bled light into the dirt.

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

Niko followed behind. The meeting point was a warehouse near the train yard, one of Silas’s favorite spots for manipulation. The kind of place people were brought to be broken. The kind of place that always smelled like rust, oil, and regret. I walked in alone. No gun. No wire. No Zach. Just me. Because this had to be real. Silas stood near the far wall, a smirk tugging at his lips. He looked like Zach if you stripped out the soul. His eyes were colder. Greedier. Calculating.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Chloe I knew I would be late for my next class. I had dozed off while waiting for my first class to end, and strangely, I didn't mind. I felt drained and weak, overwhelmed by depression and anxiety as I walked down the empty hallway. Maybe I should call my brother to come pick me up, but he had classes of his own. Sighing, I looked down at my feet while walking, but I stopped abruptly when I noticed a pair of pink heels in front of me. I looked up and took a step back as my eyes met the green gaze of our school's biggest bully, the Queen Bee. Behind her stood two of her friends and her boyfriend, the quarterback of our school's team, who carried himself as if he had been crowned Miss Univers

"I watch everyone who enters the territory. It is how I have stayed alive this long." That should have been a flag. It registered somewhere and I filed it under useful rather than suspicious because I needed it to be useful. Because the alternative was admitting I was sitting across from someone I did not actually trust, holding a weapon I could not verify, building a plan out of grief and wounded pride. "I draw him further east," Silas continued. "There is a hollow about half a mile past the ridge. Stone on three sides, natural acoustics. He will not be able to pin sound direction easily. You come in from the north once he is inside."

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."

"He says he 'hitched a ride' when I opened the link." Kaelen let out a frustrated growl, slamming his hand against the dashboard. A surge of his irritation flared through the tether, hitting Sera like a physical wave. "This is exactly what the Council wants! They want us unstable. If Silas is in there, he’s a leak. He’s a bridge for the First-Born to come back." Always the optimist, Silas’s voice echoed. Tell the big, grumpy wolf to look at the road. There’s a spike strip three miles up at the gorge.