Arcane #silco Novels & Stories

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.

Because of her unparalleled tenacity coupled with her paramount velocity, Silvia made it within reach of the railway just as Amich was inches away from getting slammed by the train. ‘Choo! Choo!’ “Amich!” Silvia’s cry resonated with the Cronus monolith she had stashed inside her pouch. It unlocked certain arcane magic within her body that she never knew she had. Black Liver, a crafted treasure of Immortalis gifted Silvia the strength to surmount the limits of her speed. Peering ahead, she noticed the front part of the train already making contact with Amich’s anterior. “Amich!” After her internal outburst, everything appeared to slow down if not entirely stopped. Silvia used this opportunity

“You should’ve checked the leaderboards first. You’re looking at Player 001.” The twins froze, then slowly grinned. “Player 001,” Alec said, sounding amused now. “We’ve heard the rumors. We've always wanted to meet the famous prime regressor.” Ronan and Ara shared a tired look. This just got a lot more complicated. --- On the other side of the city, a van sat hidden in the brush of an empty grassland. The air smelled like chemicals. Inside, Silas was tapping furiously at his console, his face lit by purple light. He kept glancing outside, looking tense.

Noah looked down at the chocolate in his hands “Don’t make that face.” “What face?” “The emotional one.” “I don’t have an emotional face.” “You absolutely do.” Ace rolled his eyes. “Give me the documents.” Noah handed over the folder. Ace studied the papers again. There were transfers between shell companies. Payments to anonymous consultants. Suspicious stock movements. And one name appeared repeatedly. SILAS QUINN. Ace’s stomach dropped. “No.” Noah leaned forward. “What?” Ace slowly turned the page. “Silas.” “Who is Silas?”

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX🎀 The air in the secret chamber was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco, Kaelric sat back in a velvet chair, his eyes tracking the light as it glinted off the heavy bags of coin on the table. Across from him sat Silas and the man called scar. "Well," Kaelric began."I must confess... you did a good job. Better than I expected, given the security."

Vane warned. "Or what?" Silas laughed. "We are in the Neutral Zone. You can't touch me here without breaking the Covenant. Unless... we settle this with a game?" ********* Silas pulled a small, silver box from his pocket. Inside was a set of three dice carved from human teeth. "A simple wager, Vane. Your girl’s freedom against the Vance debt. But if I win... I don't just get the debt. I get her. Both sisters. To do with as I please."

Seeing how worried Yvie was for Andrius’ safety, Silas smiled bitterly. “You little brat, you’re finally asking your dad for something, huh? Very well…” Silas’ expression turned serious, and he took out a token. “Andrius, this is the Azure Insignia. You can use it to contact the elders of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance in the Upper Realm. If you ever encounter insurmountable danger, inject your soul energy into it, and perhaps any nearby Immortal Cultivation Alliance elders will help you out of trouble. Take good care of it.”