El Silbon Legend Novels & Stories

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Slowly his body loosened and he looked up at me. “Lucrezia, human of Rezzidel. You shall accept a vampire as your mate. Take your ceremonial blade and make him bleed.” I followed the steps Daire had done before me. I gently lifted his arm and ran the blade across it. Deep red blood welled up. The old man slowly approached us. A goblet I hadn’t noticed before was in between both of his hands. He grabbed me first, his withered hand was ice cold. My blood dripped into the goblet drop by drop. When he seemed satisfied he turned to Daire and did the same. It didn’t take as long for Daire’s blood to flow into the goblet.The man walked three steps deliberately then turned. The chanting started aga

He said stepping aside as Silas stepped up closer and smiled looking at everyone as they all kept quiet to hear what he had to say. "To some of you, I am a legend, I am what your parents tell about at night before you go to bed. I have lived for centuries and I have come across many things. Right now to you all, I am Silas Reign” Silas said, his dangerous aura already settling into the room.

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

************** Letty - POV My blood boiled as I overheard Silas yearning for a weak human mate. I had done everything possible to gain Silas's never care for me, but he refused to consider my offer to be his as a real Luna and not a temporary one. Yet, I longed to be a true Luna.

"Legends often have roots in truth. We need to investigate." --- Meanwhile, at the Laufey pack's encampment, Silas was deep in thought, contemplating their next steps after the defeat of Morgana. His musings were interrupted by the frantic arrival of one of his warriors. "Silas, we have a new problem. There's a ghost rider attacking our territory. It's like nothing we've ever seen." Silas's heart skipped a beat. He had heard stories of such beings, spirits bound by vengeance, but he never thought they were real. "Show me."

He held a silver collar in his hand, his eyes filled with a terrifying, disappointed love. “You were always my favorite, Elara,” the image of Silas said, his voice a dry rattle. “The only one strong enough to hold the debt. Why do you fight the stone? Why do you fight the silence? Come back to the mountain. Let me put the iron back on your neck so the world can be quiet again.” “He’s not real!” Kaelen roared, his obsidian blade swinging through the image. The shadow-energy tore through the mist, but the image of Silas didn't dissipate; it merely rippled, the grey dust reforming into the shape of my mother.

“What did you do?” Lucien’s voice was even. “ yet. That’s the point.” He turned the blade flat. “You can end the prophecy here. All it needs is one marked soul.” Silas’s fingers trembled at the hilt. “You said I was the Moon’s choice.” Lucien smiled. “That’s what I wanted you to believe.” He turned to the altar and placed a second pendant beside Silas’s. Silver. Delicate. Feminine. “Selene Hati,” Lucien said softly. “Your sister. Hidden. Raised in exile after your mother’s death.”

"I've come a long way to meet the legend." Dorian stepped in front of Seraphina instinctively, though her magic had long since faded. "Name. Now." The man inclined his head. "Silas. No pack, no banners. I walk alone." "But not without purpose," Seraphina said carefully. "You've been watching." Silas smiled, slow and deliberate. "Observing. Judging. Blackveil is changing. I wanted to see if the tales were true. The cursed Alpha who defied the Bloodmoon. The witch who bled herself to save him."

It would give him eyes and ears inside the fortress. As he worked, a shadow fell over him. Silas didn't flinch. He didn't look up immediately. He finished tightening a bolt with a slow, deliberate turn of the wrench before he turned his head. It was Sebastian Sorgentone. The Legend was standing five feet away, glistening with sweat, a towel draped around his thick neck. Up close, the "Hero" looked older. The lines around his eyes weren't just from the sun; they were from the dawning realization that he was outmatched.