El Silbon Legend Novels & Stories

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

Kapono spoke for her. Everyone let out a sigh of relief but their faces looked like they were still not convinced. However, Keir had lowered his sword. Kapono was desperate to let go of her doubts on her. He pulled up one of his pants from the ankle up to his knees, revealing a fake leg made of scales.

“Report: Unique Skill, Illusion Manipulation, acquired!” D*mn, what was that? Now, it starting to scare the hell out of me. Maybe this is what happens to people who are about to die. I heaved a deep sigh mentally. Am I just going to accept my fate? How I wish I had the courage to tell Iris all the love I feel for her. “Report: Special skill, Leo, the Zodiac of pride and bravery, acquired!” I’m really going to die. There's no helping it. There was no hope anymore for me to survive in this lake of fire. It’s like I’m in hell right now.

I've already accepted the fact that I have unique feelings towards her but, can I actually say it out loud? "No matter what words come out of your mouth little brother; all I hear is that you love her." "Is that really what you hear…?" "It's different from when we were kids Yuzuki. Back then, you not saying anything is the reason I only have this leg injury and not something more serious. I've never blamed you and I never will because I know you. I trust you. The fact that dad wasn't mad that you didn't step in during that fight should prove he trusts you too Yu-Kun." "But…"

“You wanted a Luna who fights. Fight me.” Training. Right. That’s what they call it. We’re in the east yard before the sun’s fully up. Stone circle. No guards. No audience. Just four Kings and me. Theo sits on the edge, head tilted, listening. Kain records. Rook watches. Silas strips his weapons. Drops them in a pile. Knife. Two daggers. Silver chain. He rolls his shoulders. The sigils on his skin glow faint red. “Witch-wolf,” he says. “Mother’s breed. We bleed different.”

“Sula told me that the nomads have legends of a time before the Weavers. They spoke of the Silken Silence.” ​Sula stepped out from the shadows near the hearth. She looked frail, her skin a sallow gray, but her eyes were still sharp. She was wrapped in a heavy cloak of wolf fur, her hands clutching a cup of steaming broth. ​“The Silken Silence is not a legend to my people,” Sula said, her voice raspy. “It is a memory. In the far East, beyond the Whispering Wastes, there is a place where the threads of the world were first spun. They call it the Loom of the First Breath. It is said that there is a single strand of pure, unblemished light kept there. A thread that was never part of the Web, and

But they were staring at the legend that their parents had used to terrify them as pups. "She is not a key," Silas growled, his voice vibrating with lethal, possessive authority. "She is Elara Vane. She is my fated mate, and she is the Luna of the Northern Shadows. You will not touch a single hair on her head." Valerius let out a soft, echoing chuckle that made the hair on my arms stand straight up.

Her pearl earrings caught the sunlight, glowing softly. "My name is Liliana," she said calmly. "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else." Salvatore's pupils shrank slightly. He took a step forward. "I've been looking for you for a year." "I told you, you have the wrong person." "Your leg…" "I was born this way." "Your voice…" "A lot of people sound alike." Salvatore stopped. He looked at her. She wore a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her slender arms. Her face was fuller and healthier than before, and her eyes had changed.

that sought to buy his soul with the one thing he wanted most. "Seraphina..." Silas whispered, his gold-and-sapphire skin stabilizing. The iridescent Eye in the sky let out a soft, rhythmic hum of satisfaction. USER TRANSACTION: 'RESTORE ANCESTOR'. COST: 50,000 GENESIS CREDITS. CONFIRM? From the "Premium Gold" light descending over the courtyard, a figure began to take shape. It wasn't a ghost, and it wasn't a god. It was Seraphina. But she wasn't the Queen of Gold and Sapphire. She was a "Legendary Skin"—a perfect, un-scarred version of Silas’s mother, her eyes two solid pools of mercury-silver logic.

Wielding all of the strength in her body, Empress tried to stop Silvan. The loud screaming voice of hers was deafening while her claws started to appear over her fingers. Silva was a Dark Soul, and he had sucked every creature in the world. But for now, he was in the human body and was restraining himself.