El Silbon Legend Novels & Stories

"Victor thought I was getting too ambitious. So I faked my death. I went deep underground. I built a network. And I waited." "You're Il Pecatore." "I am the consequence," Silas corrected. "I am what happens when you build a house on lies. Victor stole this family from me. He killed my father to take the throne. I am here to take it back." He gestured to the servers. "I have the blueprints to your new house, Lucian. I have the stress points. I have the schedules. I know where your wife sleeps. I know where your son plays." Rylan stepped forward, raising his rifle. "Enough talk."

She wasn't a person to them; she was a taxonomic anomaly, a saltwater crocodile caught in a Titan blood trap. She reached for the silver flute tucked into her waistband, her fingers finding the metal with a profound, dark recognition. If they wanted a Siren, she would give them one. But it wouldn't be a song for their Final Calibration. It would be a lament for everything they had stolen. The impossible pull tightened as Silas stepped onto the balcony. He didn't move toward her; he simply stood in the shadows, his orange eyes reflecting the original night. "I didn't know," Silas whispered out loud, his voice a lethal, vibrating low.

Suddenly, a figure emerged—a man cloaked in darkness, his eyes glowing an unnatural shade of silver. “Well, isn’t this interesting,” the man drawled, his voice smooth and venomous. Soren stepped in front of me, his body a shield. “Who are you?” The man smirked. “Just a messenger. But you can call me Silas.” “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my attempt at bravery. Silas tilted his head, his silver eyes locking onto mine. “You, of course. The queen of a bond that shouldn’t exist. Tell me, Elixir, how does it feel to be the center of a lie?”

'Lucas, please’ They heard her pleading with him as she used every sense she had to search urgently for the slightest sign but it was not enough, she was too weak, Instead, Conri answered her, 'Do not give up Mother he is close to you, now get up you must keep going.’ He whispered and closed his eyes reaching into her psyche to give her the energy she needed to give her the strength to reach out to Lucas one last time, 'Lucas, I love you. My heart and my soul are yours always. I am your Mate and wherever you go I am bound to follow.’ She bowed her silver head it hung so low her nose touched the barren earth beneath her paws, it felt too heavy to lift, it was over, her strength was gone and h

Why would he be so mad over Alphonze’s clear attempt at taking a hit? "Hey," I whispered, placing a hand on Silas’s cheek and making him look at me. "If you keep this up, you’re going to let Alphonze get the best of you." "Right," Silas rumbled, suddenly snapping back to himself. I let out a sigh of relief and gave a small smile before turning my attention back to Alphonze. "I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that." Silas said slowly, "What Lennox and I have is stronger than any mate bond."

The crown of bones had been reforged. And beneath the muted glow of dying stars, the queen who had once been whispered of in fear became legend made manifest: a thousand silent Sirelias, marching toward dominion, each a promise that contrast itself had died, and only her mirror would ever remain.

"Now, do you want to know why I want to show you this, or not?" "Yes..." "Then shut up and listen." He went back to the book and carefully found what he was looking for. "This is the story of Princess Lila and the Thunder Queen. Lightning Queen. The translation I had said Thunder." Scarlett sighed, impatiently waiting for him to continue to the matter at hand instead of wasting time on trifling things like inaccurate translations.

Liora laughed in disbelief, “You guys can’t be serious. This is crazy!” “Ronin's the one that's crazy!” Lucien deadpanned. “His wolf is out of control, and he’s going to turn us into wolf chops if you don’t seal the bond.” “We could easily pull rank on you–” Thaddeus cut in, “But this is something you must do of your own free will.” Lucien stepped forward with a slender glass bottle. Liora recoiled, “What the hell is that?” “It’s Silphion,” He shrugged. “It will magnify your scent so much that he will not be able to resist you.”

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

So I took a sip of the water in front of me and waited. I had learnt one thing while getting to know Reine. Silence was the best means to get her to talk. Asking a lot of questions would just make her balk and she would never give you the answer you were looking for. It was much easier to wait for her to give you a concrete answer. “I’m sorry. But she wanted to know why I had not told her anything about you. And she saw the ring. Sandra knows everything about me. I couldn’t lie to her and tell her it was love at first sight. She knows me well enough to know it’s not the truth.”