El Silvon Novels & Stories

Once the decanter was emptied, he placed his glowing hands over the place where the branding had been and began to mumble an incantation. “Sos an bannai go bhi brionnaithe in vain, Bain an eileamh go bhi eigean ar seo anam, Saor lei o an shealbhu de eile, Tabhair ar ais lei chroi, lei saol, lei soul, Agus leigheas an briste chroi.” When Bellamy removed his hands, the wound had sealed and healed, leaving behind a faint silvery patch where the branding was.

Amelie’s POV I don’t remember when I started screaming. Only that I stopped hearing my own voice long before I stopped feeling the pain. The man didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. That somehow made it worse. His silence was more deadly than any other thing that I know. He introduced himself as Silvio. “I work in truth,” he said, like that was a job. Like that made him an artist. I didn't know why he was here, what he was here for. Until he opened the metal case slowly, letting me see everything inside.

he muttered through his teeth as we entered the ballroom. We were immediately swarmed. Silva began the tedious dance of corporate networking, nodding along to boring anecdotes about golf and interest rates. I stood by his side, playing the "elegant wife" for exactly twelve minutes until I saw him: Julian Vane. Julian was a minor rival of Silva’s, a man who survived on the scraps of Blackwood deals and had a penchant for condescending to women in business. He strolled over with a smirk that made my skin crawl.

“No. Today, I won't let you run away from your truth. I won't let you run away from your reality, Vlad. I know you like Rose.” Vladimir Sokolov’s hands curled tightly into fists. Her words provoked him. Rage like hot burning lava filled his body as He sneered at his sister. “SILA!” He pointed a finger at her in warning. “Don't.” But Sila was not someone who would be scared of The Sinner's anger. “Why? Because I am the only one who can show you the mirror of your truth, Vlad. Because I am the only one who can tell you how wrong you are handling your marriage?” Sila snapped at him.

I will not stand for this and I will find out why she treats her like this, Bane might not like this idea but it's the only one I could think of that might actually work. Brinley stomps over to Silvia and taps her on the shoulder, she looks very angry right now and I will admit that it's kind of turning me on right now. “You're in my chair, move.” Brinley said, clenching her jaw. Her emeralds met my own. I couldn’t help but smirk, Silvia has no idea who she is dealing with but I have an Idea that she just might find out. “I don’t think so, I think Master wants the company of a real woman. And not some wannabe.” Silvia retorted.

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.

Carla was unhappy, no it was enough to say she was angry. He said it was okay? What kind of a stupid answer was that! Does he know who she was? She was Carla Jones the goddess of all size 4 outfits. No matter what style, color, or design it was, she could sport it perfectly as long as it was that magical size and he said it o…kay?

My eyes darted to the source of the sound, and that’s when I saw him. Silas. He leaned casually against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes glinted in the fading light, and there was a faint smirk on his lips, as if he found my panic amusing. “What are you doing out here?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “Could ask you the same thing,” he replied, pushing off the tree and taking a step closer. The way he moved—so confident, so predatory—made my breath catch in my throat.