El Silbon Legend Novels & Stories

West Point of View “Aghh!” I enjoy the scream of each rogue as I stamp the heated metal in their body. “We promise not to do it again!” They begged. I look at the five of them. They outnumbered my Luna! I look at the one guy who remains silent. I walk closer to him. I raised the metal but he didn’t flinch a bit. “I don’t know that the Legendary Luna is that weak.” His devilish laugh echoed in the whole room.

That hadn't been there last night. ​"Your scar?" My fingers reached out, wanting to touch it. ​"Don't be rude," Draven scolded me, grabbing my hand to lay on his chest. ​"It's okay." Silas chuckled at us. "It's from my brother, years ago. One day we got the idea to play with silver swords to see who was really the strongest. He got me here." His finger brushed his eyebrow, and I wanted to lick him. "But I got the better of him." Silas winked at me then turned away from us to take a seat.

There, the world seemed to narrow down to two figures. Alpha Silas of the Iron Fang was a mountain of a man, his fur a dark, mangy gray. He was older than Killian, but he fought with the desperation of a man who knew his legacy was failing. He held a massive, silver-edged broadsword, a relic of the old wars that should have been buried long ago.

Silver Wolf’s voice cut through the stillness, suspicious and sharp. “If you are a lycan then, then why did you claim to be the mate of the Lunaris heir?” She growled, "Her mate is the warrior Magnus Ebonshade of the Ember Howl Pack.” Magnus’s name spoken with respect turned my mouth bitter. “No. Magnus was the mate of Luna Eluvia Lunaris.” Clutching Liora to my chest, I snarled at her. “And I am the mate of Luna Liora Lunaris.”

Her body still twitched with residual trauma, but the gut-wrenching wails that had drawn us to her room had finally subsided. "Mother used to tell fables of vengeful spirits when I was young," Caspian explained, his gaze fixed on the darkened window. "El Silbón was a boy cursed by his grandfather to eternally carry the bones of the father he murdered. He wanders the plains on rainy nights, harvesting souls in a cycle of revenge. Driven into the wilderness by his grandfather’s hounds, he grew gaunt and wretched under the weight of his father’s remains. Even in life, he was a creature of spite; now, as a spirit, he claims lives as if he were a collector of rare rubies."

Julian whispered. The basin didn't splash; it erupted. The liquid moonlight, now tainted by our shared blood and Julian's necrotic stone, rose into the air like a sentient snake. It wrapped around Silas’s wrists and throat, turning into heavy, glowing shackles of green and silver. Silas let out a choked, agonizing sound, his muscles bulging as he fought the literal weight of his own heritage.

Silas then turned to his subordinates and roared, "Search every ancient tome about the deep sea! I don't care what it takes. Find a way to open the glacier!" His voice echoed through the room. The subordinates trembled in fear, nodding frantically before scrambling out. Silas collapsed onto the floor, clutching his head in his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a memory crystal I had left forgotten in the corner of the room. He picked it up. As his fingers brushed the crystal, a faint glow shimmered, and visions appeared within. In the vision, Helena's lips curled into a mocking smile as she hissed, "You're just someone who can barely speak properly. Do you really think you're w

in the back of my mind. Before I could answer, a group of Loyalists emerged from the dense fog at the edge of the ward. They were led by Sila, a young female wolf who had once looked at me with hero-worship. Now, she was carrying her young pup, whose fur was matted with a strange, oily sweat. "My Queen," Sila whispered, kneeling so low her forehead touched the frozen dirt. "My son... he’s crying. Not because he’s hurt, but because he says he can't 'Hear the Moon' anymore. He says all he hears is your Clock."

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

But even a single glower from Darien represented a grave threat, and she would be well to pay attention to it. Everyone was enthralled by the explanation for Silva’s interest in Lelandi. They must have assumed Silva knew something about her. Silva appeared delighted by the fact that Lelandi was a red lupus garou posing as a person. Lelandi at least thought the woman had discovered her. Where are you staying, sweetheart? Silva’s tone was considerably more soothing, and the sweetness was artificial. The unexpected frog in Lelandi’s throat was expelled. “On my way through.”