Arcane #silco Novels & Stories

**Mia:** What? **Elara:** What did you do? **Jade:** Tell us. Tell us. **Other cousins:** Spill sis. **Twin 2:** I bathed them both with a good amount of sulfuric acid. (She said proudly with her head high as everyone looked in shock except her twin sister who high fived her).

Besides, Alpha had clearly instructed him to not do anything that would waste time and make Alana refuse to help us. Suddenly the air shifts and fear momentarily enters Alana’s eyes. AAh…the power of the Trueblood aura! “Alpha.” Alana greets the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack in a raspy voice. Alpha Azraiel nods at her and asks, “State your name and purpose for being here.” “My name is Alana Seashore and I am a witch. I have information that might be useful for you.” “Hmmm” Azraiel hums with a neutral face.

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

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

Maybe it would be better to take them along as backup, just in case. "Fine, come," I sigh, giving up. "But if things go south, both of you must get the hell out of there, got it?" "Of course," Isabella beams. "I’ll consider," Marah adds. Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother to argue as I turn to Silas and hold up the nasty black liquid Marah gave us. "Bottoms up?" I announce, holding it up and waiting for him to cheers me. "Slainte," he responds before clicking his vial against mine and then bringing it to his lips. "Down the hatch."

Ara has not finished pleading, she has been silenced by the magic power of the wind Goddess. Then the Wind Goddess put her magic on Aranjo, saying "reflect on your mistakes in the mist forest tonight!" Then the mother and son walked out of the pavilion. Aranjo felt that her hands could not be moved and her bare feet walked out of the pavilion on their own. The magic that silenced Ara was unleashed when the wind Goddess came out of the pavilion, but there was nothing Ara could do against the magic that bound Aranjo. Ara was about to chase Aranjo and accompany the boy to the fog forest.

"Arthur is dying in a clinic. Julianna Sterling is moving to liquidate the Vane estate. If she succeeds on Monday, the Vane name becomes a footnote in a Sterling ledger. Your inheritance, your trust funds, even your legal defense fund—it all vanishes into their pockets. You’ll be just another inmate with a famous last name and no commissary credit to show for it." Marcus shifted uncomfortably, his eyes narrowing as he looked for the trap. "What do you want? Silas wouldn't send you here if he didn't need something he couldn't take by force." "The Ariadne Protocol. Silas knows where the physical keys are, but he needs your biometric signature to bypass the dead-man’s switch. We clear the ghost

Another line of code appeared, this one unfamiliar. > Incoming Transmission: Silas Korran. Gloss and I exchanged a glance. I accepted the feed. His face appeared on the screen, calm and arrogant as ever. Behind him was a dimly lit room filled with servers and holo-panels, Lucen’s base, no doubt. “Well done, Dream,” he said smoothly. “You traced me faster than I expected.” “What do you want, Silas?” I asked flatly. “Simple,” he replied. “I want what you have. And since you won’t sell it, I’ll do the next best thing, sell it myself.”

"My name is Prince Silas of the Werebear pack, and I need your help freeing my people from the wizard Amacus." My hand flies to my chest and a gasp escapes my lips, he is the dead prince of the Werebear pack, how come he's here and how did you enter the city undetected? So many questions roamed through my head. "I was told you're dead," I say, "Anaiah, Ana!" Arya calls me just as the butterfly flaps its little wings and flies away. My eyes glance back at Silas, and he looks determined and in dire need of health care.

"Who bought them? It takes months to buy a manufacturing plant." "A holding company," Sarah read from her screen. "Registered in the Caymans. Obsidian Holdings." In the back of the room, Lucian went rigid. Obsidian. The chess piece. It wasn't just a threat. It was a strategic strike. Silas wasn't trying to kill Elara; he was trying to break her spirit. He knew that ScentTech was her pride, the proof that she didn't need the Thorne name. Destroying it was a way to force her back under Lucian’s—and by extension, Silas’s—shadow.