Vander X Silco Novels & Stories

"Vane? You’re working for Julian?" Silas let out a short, dry laugh. "Vane is a dinosaur. He wants to use the Sovereign to control politicians and market shares. He’s playing a game of checkers while the real world is playing chess. No, I don't work for the Syndicate. I work for the Ascendancy." My blood turned to ice. I had seen that name in the encrypted files—a splinter group of the Syndicate, younger, more radical, and far more dangerous.

The aroma is timeless and enduring, offering a connection to nature and a touch of rustic elegance. I averted my gaze to where I thought the scent came from, and there he was, looking at me as well. He knew who I was to him now, but I don’t know if he had any idea what I was. I hope my bond with him will stop him from doing the war that we were preparing and trying to prevent. But if it happened that way, how are we going to live together? Me, Xander, and him. Silas, the elder vampire.

--- At the end of the night, Daniel took the stage. The room fell silent. The music faded. Daniel stood at the podium, his hands gripping the edges, his face flushed with emotion. "Thank you all for coming," Daniel said. "Tonight, we've raised over two million dollars for the Vance Foundation's trauma recovery program." The crowd applauded. Glasses were raised. Smiles spread across the room. "But none of this would have been possible without one person," Daniel continued. "Emma Vance." Emma's eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat.

a voice boomed not from the rafters, but from the office at the back of the warehouse. The door opened, and Silas Vance stepped out. He wasn't wearing his tuxedo anymore. He was wearing a simple lab coat over a dark suit, looking more like a surgeon than a CEO. In his hand, he held a tablet that mirrored the violet glow in Elena’s eyes.

Silas Vance blocked our path. He was a mid-tier venture capitalist who had spent the last decade trying to claw his way into the inner circle, failing miserably at every turn. He was holding a glass of scotch that was clearly his fifth or sixth of the evening, his face flushed, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. He looked at me, then his gaze slid to Thea. He didn't look at her face. He looked at the slit in her dress, then up to the diamond collar at her throat.

The golden tether linking our minds flared with a sudden, protective wrath so intense it felt like liquid fire spilling into my brain. With a low, predatory growl that rattled the broken frames of the palace windows, Silas shifted his weight. The sheer pressure of his boot caused the golden engravings on Vance’s breastplate to fracture. He leaned down, his towering, scar-carved frame completely eclipsing the light from the upper balconies, his slitted amber eyes glowing with a primal, suffocating dominance.

His palms were hot, the Alpha’s fire a constant, grounding force that immediately began to pull the jagged violet light back into my skin. ​"I was calculating the risk," I corrected him, leaning into the furnace of his touch. "Julian Vane isn't just a rogue uncle, Silas. He’s a scientist. He knows how to tune a frequency to ground a wolf. If I hadn't been there at the pier, that sonic pulse would have turned your brain to mush".

“I dare you.” Silvio’s mocking smirk instantly faltered. He avoided Lucien’s deadly gaze, suddenly finding his cufflink incredibly interesting. The woman beside him, the same one who had been glaring at me, whispered something in his ear, and he gave a small nod. I set my wine glass down with a soft clink that drew everyone's eyes to me. I wasn't going to sit here and let some mafia lackey look down on me. If I wanted to be in this world, I had to show them I had teeth.

He needed the danger Scar fell into to be as real as it could be. Then it’s all about luring Silco out. Sebastian suspected that Silco was Johnny Vanderbilt. That man has the power and resources needed, just not a motive. To test this theory, Sebastian chose the Greens for his test-- Romor is, The Green Lady hates the Vanderbilts. This is the one place Johnny Vanderbilt couldn’t easily plant his people. Without people protecting Scar nearby, and without sources to notify him of Scar’s situation, Silco had to come, using his real identity to get into the door, and save Scar himself.

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas