The Silo Novels & Stories

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Nevertheless, it makes it appear that its primary objective is to notify me that it was able to force its way inside my apartment, provided that almost all sorts of sound warning systems are completely activated. And the way this silhouette happens to look at me from the outside appears to really be implying something I have never really figured out yet. If the shadow I had seen earlier behind the tree branches is the same as the invader on my apartment, it must have been clearly not worried about being caught, having known that I had seen it. Instead, it stared straight at me and tends to make no conscious effort to conceal itself away from my view. The silhouette appears mysterious as it o

My quiet little escape in Masto, a sleepy village on the edge of Azernia. That tiny house in Masto is the first, last, and only one I ever called mine. It’s where my friends came for sleepovers and where my siblings and I would have the most ridiculous fights over the silliest things, like who finished the last cookie. It was technically the family house, which I kept paying for when we moved to Loncor but I secretly bought it behind my dad’s back.

looking brittle against the "original night" As she slipped out into the cold, salt-sprayed air of the valley, Silas remained in the hangar, a "monstrous" silhouette against the obsidian walls. He had made his choice, and the "Symphony of the Cursed" was about to begin its final, rebellious movement.

"Stay. You're part of this now, whether you like it or not." Silas moved further into the room, his usual cocky glare was no where in sight. There was something different about him—tension in his shoulders, a tightness around his eyes that I hadn't seen before. Whatever news they'd brought, it wasn't good. "Nikolai's made his move," Silas said without preamble. "The warehouses were just the beginning." Warehouses? I blinked, confused but still remaining silent so I could keep up. Lorenzo's jaw clenched. "What else?"

Fear travels much faster than a bullet ever could. We finally reached the center of the warehouse, and that’s where I saw the real message. There were crates stacked too neatly, and ledgers left out in the open where we were sure to find them. Right in the middle of the floor, Silas’s symbol was carved into the concrete. It was arrogant. It was his way of saying, I’m here, and you can’t stop me. I stared at that symbol for a second longer than I should have. Silas loved his signatures. He thought they made him look like a god, like something that couldn't be stopped.

The silence was so thick that it tightened my throat. My lips were sealed shut as I forced my claws back, taking deep breaths to calm down. Scarlett’s presence alone was getting on my nerves. To cheer myself up, I reminisce about the past memories, the beautiful intimate ceremony we had in the Silver Forest where the only tradition was love. That was the real deal because we completed the marking and mating ritual then. What waited tonight was for the pack and crown. So, I just had to stay silent and smile for the harmony’s sake.

Amelia Reynolds, a woman with an unwavering determination to succeed, had set her sights on conquering the corporate world. Growing up in a small town with limited opportunities, she dreamed of escaping the confines of ordinary life and making her mark in Manhattan. With her sharp intellect and impeccable organizational skills, Amelia secured a coveted position as a secretary at Morgan Enterprises, one of the city's most prestigious companies. She possessed an uncanny ability to anticipate her boss's needs, ensuring smooth operations daily. Her dedication and exceptional work ethic quickly caught the attention of the enigmatic billionaire, Alexander Morgan.

Theo swallowed as they all kept their eyes down the edge of the moutain. The steam had covered up the area below the mountain making it hard to tell if they could escape with a jump down or even know how far away they were from the ground. He swallowed back anxiously and turned to Theo who searched around them for something, he watched him pick a stone off the ground and go back to the edge to drop it. They all listened in silence for the fall of the stone but after a dragged long minute of nothing, Theo had to ask. "Did you guys hear anything?"

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