Winx Silva Novels & Stories

It shrieked, a sound that shattered the glass of the nearby consoles, and recoiled as its flesh began to char. ​“Silas, the zealots!” Winnie shouted over the roar of the fire. “We have to unhook them! They’re the ones feeding it!” ​Silas didn’t hesitate. He ran toward the web of tendrils, his silver hand glowing like a miniature sun. He didn’t use a blade; he used his interface. He reached out and touched the black vines, his eyes rolling back in his head as he attempted to hack into the creature’s biological network.

Sasha Morris, a Norwegian, had her gray hair loose and wet, she was an exchange student, with whom Silvia had met at college, at least a day ago. - So, how was it for you? – Sasha asked her. - The sex was good, he didn't cum inside me. – Silvia said. - They don't do that before putting Dio in, Sasha said. - How long have you been doing this? – Silvia asked her. - 3 months. – Sasha said. - I still have only one client, I'm exclusive. – Sasha said. – He's an Arab sheik. – Sasha said, showing the photo of a tall man with a turban and red skin.

He had decided as to no matter what, he won’t confide in being a woman. Silvan had been trying to convince him with politeness, but it looked like the stupid dark soul liked it the hard way. Pulling and surfacing all of his wrath and devastating character, Silvan aka Timothy had turned his eyes pitch black darting them at Nexus’s dark aura that had been hovering away from the dead woman lying over the floor and approached him emitting a commanding look,

I hoped my attempt at a sultry whisper landed, his eyes flashed dark again, and the sapphire orbs scanned mine, looking for any drop of doubt. "You sure?" We hadn't been intimate since I'd come home. I had spent over a month in the infirmary; they put me in a medical induced coma. My body needed to heal from the silver wounds and the toxic mixtures of wolfsbane, wolf lichen, ketamine, and benzodiazepines. Once they finally woke me up, I had to stay for continued watch on my vitals and the baby. I'd been released a few weeks ago, but Zac has been busy with pack and Great Council dealings and thinking I was made of glass.

I didn’t know who he was, but I would, soon enough, and when that happened, I was going to be sure to make him regret ever setting foot in her office. “I already have him covered,” she said. “But, Xavier…” her voice hesitated for a fraction of a second. “That last name. I asked around about it. No has heard of that name in years, and there was no boy in the picture, none at all. There is one, though, they say a woman exists in that name. No one has seen her in years, no one has laid eyes on her. Her mother died a witch, her wolf side dormant completely. The first time she shifted, she was killed by another. Her daughter went into hiding. They called her Liana, whether or not that is her real

Silvia stormed into her office, tossing her bag on the table as she settled down on the chair. One aspect she sure loathed was being impeded from executing something she had the aptitude for. Gary stepped in shortly as if he followed her. His bad left legs prompted him to leap gradually to her table after shutting the door. "I didn't expect you to exhibit such drastic animosity after meeting up with the all-mighty Xavier" "He is an asshole" Silvia spat angrily. "He didn't even want to hear what I had to say. Get out" she mimicked "Oh God it was so humiliating" she rested her head on her palm.

She is glad she took that shower now. “Alpha,” Syliva stopped in her tracks. Her heart was beating furiously. She felt on the edge of fainting yet again. “Please, can we talk for a moment?” She asked with unhidden nervousness. Her efforts to sound confident were in vain. Xavier turned to face her. He sighed. Syliva blushed. She decided right then that he did not like Xavier at all. Xander was much better than his twin for sure.

He said nothing at first, just watching his sister, weighing his words. “She didn’t even take the pack,” Victoria pressed, spinning around to face him, the worry etched into her features. “I saw it in the back seat when we left. She walked into that forest with nothing.” Silas’s gaze dropped briefly, but there was no surprise in his expression. “Not nothing,” he said finally, his voice low, steady. “She has her wolf. And that’s everything.” Victoria frowned, exhaling sharply through her nose. “You make it sound so simple.”

The part of her that had been silenced for too long. “Why now?” Serena whispered, her lips barely moving. “Because you’re no longer running from yourself.” Nene’s voice was calm but edged with strength. “You’re finally letting yourself remember. Accept. Breathe.” Serena closed her eyes again, and instead of darkness, she saw silver. A swirl of mist, shifting into the silhouette of a graceful wolf—tall, majestic, and glowing like moonlight. Nene’s eyes mirrored hers, full of pain, strength, and determination.

Silvia replied icily. She ignored Wilson's changing expression and continued, "Also, call me Silvia. Sophie Horan is long dead." "Sophie … Silvia … Silvie, why are you acting like this?" Wilson had a pained expression as his hands balled into tight fists. He didn't want to give up. "Since you like to protect the Demon King so much, I'll get evidence to prove that he's already betrayed you. I'll also prove with my actions that I'm perfectly capable of defeating Carl, that I'm the man you should truly trust."