Arcane #silco Novels & Stories

"The Fashion Gala is in forty-eight hours. Serena will attempt to merge her blood with the Moonstone Core to stabilize the siphoning. She’s a surface-level user trying to rewrite the root directory with a stolen key. She doesn't know the system will treat her like a foreign body the moment the pulse hits." Silas moved closer, his presence a heavy, metallic weight in the cramped aisle. "Valerius... he’s tracking pings, Aria. He knows there’s an anomaly in the basement. He calls it a 'phantom pulse' in the network. He’s searching for the ghost."

“So everyone is in agreement then? Riverside will merge with Riverstone, myself and Kara as Alpha and Luna. Varin will be my Beta still and Alaric you will become head of my warriors, Laris will be Gama of the pack still as I don’t have one. YOu’re people don’t have to relocate or leave their jobs, but warriors would be relocated to your territory to help with the protection of the pack.” Silas said as he looked over the final agreement. Alaric and Laris nodded slowly while they listened.

He tapped a crystal carafe on the table, and the sound echoed like a gavel in a courtroom at the end of time. "Sit, Elara," he repeated. "And Silas... do try to keep your 'Shadow-Artifacts' off the upholstery. We just had it rendered in 'High-Fidelity Silk'." Silas didn't sit. He moved like a panther made of ink, circling the perimeter of the floating platform. His obsidian blades were low, humming a discordant note that made the crystal on the table vibrate. "I don't sit for 'Producers'," Silas spat. "I only stand for the 'Director'."

“Tomorrow is not about politics. Tomorrow is about our daughter. She gave up her entire youth to give us this peace. Let them wait in line. Tomorrow belongs to Faith.” Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from the bright lights of the North Academy, the sky was pitch black. Deep within a hidden, underground corporate facility funded by the remnants of Vance's company, a heavy metal door slid open. The air inside smelled of stale chemicals, rusted iron, and dark magic. A man in a tattered gray coat stepped out of the shadows. His face was pale, and his dark eyes burned with a manic, hateful fury. It was Silas. He had survived the collapse of the Archive, but his dark shadow powers were fracture

Funke said. I relaxed and Funke moved closer to my ear to whisper something. “Please go say hi to the girls, we're trying to create a warm friendly air here" she said and I glared at her but agreed. I stood up and cleared my throat as I approached the girls, instantly getting their attention. They looked at me in awe but Lola didn't seem that wowed. “Ola Smith! Omg I can't believe I'm seeing you live! I'm a huge fan” The melanin with short pixie hair squealed in excitement.

They were woven from a dark, dense kinetic fabric that felt like liquid iron, interlaced with microscopic threads of pure silver and a very faint, almost invisible trace of neon-pink hard-light silk. "The standard tape you wear tears too easily," Jack explained, picking up the heavy wraps. He looked up at Marcus, his pupils fluttering with a gentle, non-commanding trace of his Seduction Magic—a pure expression of his love. "Silas wove these specifically to conduct your silver mana. And... I had him weave a single thread of my pink light into them." Jack took Marcus's massive, heavily scarred left hand. Marcus's breath hitched, but he forced his muscles to completely relax, burying the agony

The Council’s main army was arriving on the surface, while the remnants of the Coven were festering directly beneath us. "We have thirty alloyed spears ready, and the blacksmiths are casting the first batch of star-silver arrowheads as we speak," I said, turning within his arms to face him. I lifted my right hand, letting the cool, glowing metal of my bracer rest against his scarred cheek. "It isn't enough to arm the entire rogue pack, Silas, but it’s enough for a vanguard."

He said and he let go of my hand. “What’s your name, miss?” He asked. “It’s a secret.” Why would he like to know my name? “Ah, your name is secret.” I heard him chuckle. “My name is not secret, it's Eunice.” I calmly said to him and I saw him smirk. “Hmm, I don’t think I need to introduce myself because you already know who I am, right?” I raised my eyebrows. “M-Maybe...?” “Wait, you don’t know me? I think I saw you in the cafeteria early...”

A pulse of light ran through the symbols closest to my body like ripples in water when a stone is dropped. “The stone reacts to body heat,” Silas said without looking up. Calm, casual, like explaining something expected. “It’s luminescent mineral. Common in formations this old. Nothing important.” Perfect lie. Delivered with the ease of someone who had practiced it for weeks. Alaric was twenty meters away, beside a column, speaking with Damián. I saw him turn his head when the runes lit up. Saw him hear Silas’s explanation. Saw his eyes narrow a fraction.