El Silbon Legend Novels & Stories

the nobleman said, pointing to a black skeleton ----------- "Char listened to the lies of the demon and shouted my name to the black skeleton, with that I I was most demonically reborn, and then lost my soul, I put on my brother's skin and flesh, and stayed alive as Char, and my task was to collect souls, well enough said, my time is almost up, goodbye! My brother and I will finally meet in heaven"

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

With courage and boldness, Robert mallow shouted with the bottom of his voice. "Help us O lord from this difficulties, oh the ancestors grant us the supernatural power" Robert mallow dow down in tears and all the Bingle soldiers do the same. Suddenly, the haven changes and a very big shadow appears in the sky. The shadow was so bright that no one could raise their head to view. Only the legend of the jungle raised his head and disappeared in the battlefield. Few minutes later, Robert mallow appears with a thunder in his eyes and an axe in his hand, everyone bowing down for him and hailing him a legend of the jungle……..

"You have until Friday night, Clara. Make your performance count." The doors closed, leaving Clara alone in the silent, rain-slicked solarium. She dropped to her knees, a silent, broken sob tearing through her throat as she stared at the closed door of her brother’s room. To save the two people she loved most in the world, she was going to have to become the monster Jillian’s family always believed she was.

He looked at his right hand, his fingers curling tightly around the gold rings dipped in wolfsbane. "This isn't over," Kaelen hissed, his voice a low, venomous whisper that carried across the quiet floor. "You think a magic trick will save you from a war, Silas? You think the South will bow to a freak and a beast? I will see this valley burn before I let you keep what is mine." Silas stepped in front of me, his Lycan fangs fully extending as a low, guttural snarl vibrated through his chest, shaking the very stones of the amphitheater.

sight. ​“You’re sure about this?” Silas asked, his voice raspy. He held up Caleb’s twin daggers. They were fine steel, forged by the Vane, but against the light-armors of the South, they would be as useless as toothpicks. ​“The Queen is becoming a god, Silas,” Caleb said, his voice hard. “If I can’t strike the things she’s fighting, I’m not an anchor. I’m an anchor-weight. I need blades that can cut through the sun.”

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.”

he says. Silas picks up an old copper goblet with carvings of a crown guarded by a lycan and a wolf, surrounded by strange symbols. There is something that looks like a little piece of cloth inside the goblet. He drops in a lighted match and sets the cloth on fire. Then he hands Caspian a very old looking dagger that has carvings of strange symbols along the blade. The handle is embedded with a brilliant red ruby surrounded by gleaming emeralds.

“The legend... the Union of the Sun and Moon. It hasn’t been seen in a thousand years.” “Then you should have studied your legends more carefully,” I said. I didn’t give him a chance to recover. I raised my hand, and the very mountain seemed to respond. A massive spire of ice erupted from beneath Silas, launching him into the air before pinning him against the jagged peak above. I turned to the remaining Northern guards. “Lay down your weapons, or be buried where you stand.” They didn’t hesitate. They saw their leader defeated by a power they couldn’t comprehend. They dropped their rifles and knelt in the blood-stained snow.

Elara held two curved blades, her knuckles white. "The defect returns to the scene of the crime," Silas said. His voice was a thin, wheezing sound. He didn't look at me; he looked at the obsidian key glowing through the fabric of my tunic. "You think a few ghosts and a stolen rock make you a queen?" "I think your arm is rotting because your blood knows you’re a traitor, Silas," I said.