The Silo Novels & Stories

Larissa stated " The main offices of Di Martino empire have been surrounded and the eastern part of the building has been blown up, we need your help cause our husbands are in there even Marco and all the links lead to you " Larissa added and she froze "Valente " she murmured under her breath.

There goes my chance of ever becoming salutatorian, I sighed as I took the remote and mindlessly flipped through the channels. "Good morning," Sara smiled as she walked into the room with a tray of medical supplies. "How are you feeling today?" "I feel like someone who has been hospitalised," I joked. "It honestly sucks to not have anything to do or having to worry about an upcoming pop quiz or exam," I sighed. Sara walked over to the bed and checked the blood bag before she injected a chemical in it. "There's a beautiful garden out back and another indoor one, a library and a cafeteria," she answered, "you're always free to go there but with your IV tube that is," she smiled.

I carefully placed my lead pencil inside. “You’ll be safe here” I said. Like all the things Sorrow had touched I kept them in plastic pockets so I could never lose their smell. Suddenly a familiar old vehicle stopped beside me as I squinted to block the dust from entering my eyes. The window unwinds and Ten’s huge face appeared. “Siren!” he said out loud. “Ten” I said while picking up my bag pack. “I’ve been looking for you” he said. “Me?” I asked looking confused.

I said before looking at him. "I get the point but...is Mr. Rayven really one of them?" June whispered while his hands are both on his chin. Raia could understand why June looks so lost. It's like a big bomb that suddenly falls into their hands. The farm, the goods, and even the ghoul thing, no one expects it! All the more for being a food supplement to the staff in the school. "What are we going to do?" June asked when he finally get over the shock.

Silas moved through the ridge‑line forest like a shadow, boots silent on the frosted pines. Dawn’s thinning light cast steel‑blue shadows across his face, each breath a plume of cold air and rage that burned hotter. He stopped at a ,ruined cairn,the place he and his wife had first met, and later bound by love. He knelt, fingertips tracing lichen‑crusted stones. The memory came sharp: her laughter, fierce and warm, the promise they’d made to protect their daughters—together.

"Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it." Philip froze. "City hall? Why would they be contacting Grace?" He took the envelope and opened it. A second later, he was stunned by what he read. Inside was a stamped and approved Mate Bond Termination Agreement. "Grace wants to sever our bond? That's impossible, I can still feel it. I—" he whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to reach for the mate bond inside him. There was nothing. It was gone. Somewhere, somehow—Grace had already cut the bond.

He flinched at every creak of the old building, every gust of wind. **<< He’s… quieter… >>** Silas whispered, his voice raspy. **<< The cold… not gone… but… coiled. Like a snake… sleeping. Planning. >>** He turned his head, his gaze locking onto Leo’s with startling lucidity. **<< He thinks in… blueprints. Cold rooms. Steam. >>** A shudder ran through him. **<< The Hive… he called it… once… in the dark… when he thought I was asleep… >>** **<< The Hive? >>** Leo leaned closer, his pulse quickening. **<< Where, Silas? What is it? >>**

cute. Her friend passed her a red solo cup and drank hers in one go while Shea stared into the cup like the content was going to swallow her. Then she threw her head backwards and drank the whole content. She squeezed her face as she dropped the cup in front of her. A girl walked in with a bottle in her hands and she stood at the center of the circle. Her black gown was two sizes small for her, her black heels clicked the wooden floor as she walked, she couldn't walk or stand properly in them.

Today's photo shoot was more tiring than usual. "Shit!" cursed Lilyana as she looked at her phone screen. Lilyana parks the million-dollar luxury car in the basement of the apartment where her boyfriend lives. She got out of the car carrying a paper bag with the logo of a famous restaurant. "What bad luck!" "Why isn't he answering my calls?" muttered Lilyana as she entered the elevator. Maybe Rafael was asleep or still angry with her and ignored her calls.

Listen. The ground didn’t explode. It started to hum—soft at first, then stronger. The patch of Mother Soil sank, and the earth under the heavy silo shifted, moving like water. Not magic. A landslide. The silo tipped, away from the soldiers, toward the deep valley behind the mill. Jump on! June yelled. They scrambled up the slanting metal, hanging on as the silo leaned and then crashed down the hill like a steel sled. Soldiers fired, bullets pinging off the sides. The silo slammed into the muddy valley and started sliding, picking up speed.