El Silvon Romane & Geschichten

"But she is Alpha Enzo's daughter, your cousin, Silvano. Are you serious about this?" "I know what kind of woman I want," Silvano cut her off, his voice a low growl that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. Even after everything, my treacherous body still responded to him. Selene stirred restlessly within me, caught between the instinct to approach our mate and the knowledge that we were no longer welcome.

A slender woman with sharp red eyes and long golden hair sat behind it. “Lita Master Hemo would like you to get this girl situated. She and the small child in her arms should be in the dining hall in twenty minutes.” Miles gestured to my brother. “I thought his name was Cadogen?” I said, a bit confused. Miles stiffened. He took a deep breath and plastered a smile onto his face. “Here in Veinland we use a person’s surname that is not acquainted with us personally. Master Hemo is this coven’s ruler. His family has ruled this coven since the treaty of silver sion.” I nodded, not really understanding.

The silence on the highway was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, low ticking of the SUV’s idling engine and the frantic, shallow breaths escaping Marco’s lungs beside me. "Step away from him, Lena," Silvio said. His voice was terrifyingly calm, devoid of the frantic energy that had fueled his enforcers down in the ravine. It was the voice of a man executing a routine business transaction. "Bring the box here, and you walk away from this hill alive. You have my word."

"Hello everyone, I'm Julian Rivers. I love sunshine, the sky, and the ocean, so as you can see, isn't the sea behind me beautiful? Actually, I wanted to visit the beach with my parents for a vacation. "But that can never happen now. Still, it's okay. I brought a photo of my parents, so I can pretend they're here with me." I carefully pulled out a photograph from my bag and held it up to the camera. "By the way, my father is a truly remarkable man, and also—" Before I could finish speaking, I suddenly tilted my head back and collapsed. The camera began shaking violently, and panicked voices erupted off-screen. "He's passed out! Quick! Get him to a hospital!"

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

Hi everyone. Happy new month(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I'm just going to keep this short. If you love "His silent voice" then you're gonna love it even more as we now dive into Kyle's chapter of both his past and his master. Curious, aren't we? Yeah, so am I if that makes sense😂.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

Then, with a flick of his hand The charge began. The clash was immediate. Steel rang out. Arrows flew. Ryker’s small force held the high ground, dropping fire from above, cutting through confusion. Tavin fought like a beast, Elna’s knives flashing between ribs and throats. Kael went down, but not before taking three with him. Ryker found Silas in the center, sword gleaming. They met with a thunderous crash—blade to blade, breath to breath. “You should have run,” Silas growled.

How had a vampire lived among my people for so long without being caught? “What can you tell me about him?” I asked. “What kind of worker is he?” The stable master hummed to himself in thought. “Well he’s a quiet sort. Keeps to himself mostly.” “I see,” I said. “Does he have any friends or associates who might know more?”