El Silbon Legend Novels & Stories

Finn seemed to be agreeing with him. “So please, I beg you not to do what he wants us to do. Luke told me about some medicinal potions that can keep me extra calm. I will use that coupled with other training I received. I will choose the hard way and learn from it. Don’t worry about me, my friend” Silas smiled at his friend as Finn nodded in agreement. “However, there’s one thing I will need your help with before coming back to the Moon Pack kingdom” Silas said. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. You can just tell me” Finn said with resolution in his face. Silas knew he could trust him with this one.

He frowned then. "I don't think that the legends are real though." The fox perked it's ears up and looked at Silas. "No, they're real," he spoke up, making Silas jump. He hit the top of the car with his head then groaned, backing out. "Fuck," he groaned and held his head in pain. The fox laughed at him then nuzzled his head into my chest and playfully nipped at me.

Her eyes clearly showed uneasiness and complicated things that she hadn’t share. Gray waited for the explanation, but no words came out from her. Instead, Sierra turned her back to stand in front of the light as if she wanted to pry it opened. Xion decided to take over as he rubbed his neck tiredly, “I’m not sure, kid. It’s a legend; long ago, back in the earliest civilization that was written in the history. I don’t believe it though. Legend said, True Blessing was a destructive power that shaped the earth.”

This was where Silas gathered his power. They hid behind a ridge and looked down. Three figures in dark robes moved among the bones. They touched the ivory, and the fragments began to glow with green light. These were siphons, drawing out the magic. "We need a piece they haven't touched," Cassian whispered. "One that still remembers the dragon." He saw the leg bone. It was mostly buried and looked dull. The harvesters ignored it because it did not glow. "It is a long way across open ground," Elidra said.

Luna Sabrina suddenly… laughed. A deep, hollow, chilling laugh that crawled under my skin. Her wrists were bound, but she looked at us with the wild triumph of someone who had nothing left to lose. “So what if our cover is blown?” she spat, smiling like a serpent. “Do you fools think this changes anything? The rogues will still destroy you all. Silas has powers your packs have never seen. You are all already doomed.” I felt Gina stiffen beside me.

He pulled out something that looked like a crudely carved piece of black obsidian, fitted into a worn leather cord. “Listen, Esmeralda.” He lunged forward, grasping my wrist with surprising, iron strength. His touch was sticky with his own blood. “They call your lineage the Silver-Eyed Rogues. A curse, the fools say. But it is salvation. And it is knowledge.” I stared, unable to form words, fixated on the blood staining my skin. “Silas, please, what are you talking about? You’re hurt, you need help.” “You have the blood! The memory! When you look at the Shadow Canyons, you don’t see stone! You see the path! The ancient, true path!” He was shouting now, the sound agonizing in his lungs. His w

He casually spun the pistol in his palm before slipping it back inside his jacket, as though the weapon wasn't even necessary to deal with the man standing before him. "For years," he said slowly. His eyes never left Cale's face. "I've been hearing your name." He began walking slowly down the corridor, keeping several meters between them. "The leader of the Obsidian Circle." Another step. "The head of the Devereux family." His next step landed softly on the concrete floor strewn with broken plaster. "The man who's supposedly never been defeated." Silas finally came to a stop. That faint smile still lingered on his face, but the look in his eyes grew far sharper. "I just want to find out," he

Some of the words written there are farm, shipment, high-quality goods, and customer. Mr. Rayven clenched his fist when he realized that it was the same words he used before Raia went into his room that time. He knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Mr. A at that time. And he's not mistaken. It was Raia. But he doesn't need to worry about that right now. He used a special scent that was usually used for their ritual. It was called Tonique de Meilleure. It came from France years ago and was used to disrupt someone's memory. Using this potion is not that great since there might be a chance that something might trigger their memory to recover.

Silas was more than he appeared, and I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets he held. "Hey, come on, you two, let's grab some breakfast," Gerald invited, his tone warm and inviting, a bit of a contrast to the formal setting. He motioned towards the dining area, signaling for us to follow. Silas replied with a short, "Sure, Dad," but I could sense the hesitation in his voice. It was subtle, but there, telling me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of a new Luna, especially my mom, Kendall. As we headed to the dining area, I walked alongside Silas, stealing a glance at him. There was a whole mix of feelings written on his face, hinting at a deeper story. It was clear he was grapplin

“I can’t believe Lilah finally managed to track you down!” Lissa shook her head, the ice clinking in her glass of iced tea as she raised the glass to take a sip. Bellamy sighed as he speared his fork into a sausage. “It’s my own fault, I’ve avoided using magic for months so she wouldn’t be able to sense me… I just wanted Thea to have a good night and not be worried about… well, you know.” Lissa’s jackhammered in her seat, “It’s sooooo cool that she’s a siren! What’s her song like? Do you think she’d show me her wings? I wish I could’ve seen Lilah’s bitch face when you saw you with Thea.”