Vander X Silco Novels & Stories

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

Vincent quickly broke into the cloud computer system to learn about Anderson Silva. Vincent watched the profile and some videos of Anderson leading a meeting at Horus. "Who are you?" Vincent muttered, then returned to typing on the laptop keyboard. Despite his access code being blocked, Vincent remained calm and focused. Vincent managed to get a complete profile of Anderson Silva. "So he's the former Vice President of Vlopps."

"You’re late, little ghost." The voice was gravel grinding against iron, rasping out from the shadows between Rack 4 and Rack 5. I didn't flinch. I knew that voice. Silas Vance stepped into the glow of a flickering diagnostic monitor. His heavy iron cloak dragged across the grated floor with a dry, metallic scuff. His cybernetic eye whirred, the lens clicking as it struggled to focus on my face. A jagged, silvery scar ran from his temple to his jaw—a permanent mark of the day High Elder Valerius decided Silas’s memory was too dangerous to leave intact.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

His gaze, almost instinctively, sought the anchor in the storm. Silas Vance stood near the grand piano, a statue carved from granite. He was Dominic’s head of security, but for the past two years, he’d been Leo’s personal shadow. Ex-military, Silas possessed an imposing stillness. He wasn’t bulky, but lean and powerful, every line of his dark suit hinting at coiled strength. His grey eyes scanned the room with methodical precision, missing nothing. A faint scar traced his strong jawline, a pale whisper of a violent past Leo could only imagine. Silas was a silent sentinel, impassive, professional, an extension of Dominic’s control.

Spears of stares could not touch me. “What is your name, witch?” My hand was itching to punish him by showing off his dominance against me. I was about to rebut when I felt someone touch my shoulder. I looked up and he was looking straight at me. He looked too professional and formal making me look like an impulsive kid warned by my father. I faced the old vampire and offered a small smile. “I am Zille Wicca, Lord Vander. I came from the family of Wicca of North Exville.” I formally spoke and his eyes went cold. Too cold that could make a normal individual shiver.

The estate was a skeletal ruin of its former glory, its walls stained with the shadows of the past. She stared at the note she'd found in Silas's pocket: Neurotoxin X-11. Onset: 2–4 hours. Duration: 5 hours. Symptoms: High fever, dilated pupils, muscular spasms... Lethal to Lycans. The handwriting was clinical, a death warrant written with arrogant confidence. The killer expected Silas to be a corpse by now. But Chloe recognized the name of the toxin. Her mother had developed X-11—it was the Vance Dynasty's crowning achievement during the Great Purge.

Bradley stood up and tapped him on the back before he went out the door. ********* MAXINE ROBERTS They stood side by side in the dressing room. The fresh new batch of the Silver Tongue Chippendales. There were five of them, all wearing the same sailor's uniform, very skimpy underwear underneath, and toned muscles that have been smeared with oil before they put on their clothes. Bradley had told them to wait for him in that formation because he was bringing a special guest to meet them before the show.

"It seems that the Lancaster madness was amplified in him." "Hana," I gasped, my eyes growing wide. "She had to have done this." "That’s right." Silas agreed, "It seems we now know what her motive was for finding her way to Vince’s side." "But why?" "What is this?" Gray growled, stopping any further speculation between me and Silas. "And who the hell is this man?" "Vince Lancaster, sir." Seth responded, "Alpha of Midnight Rose." "Alpha," Gray repeated in disgust. "What kind of alpha behaves this way?"

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"