El Silvon Novels & Stories

I gripped the railing. Silas—or what was left of him—stood seven feet tall. His left arm was a piston of chrome and carbon fiber. Silver plates were bolted directly into his skull and down his spine. He didn't shift. He stayed in a grotesque, half-hunched position, his eyes glowing with a red, synthetic light.

Tucked into the center was a thick, cream-colored card. “The New Dawn needs a sturdier foundation than a broken heart, Elara. Blueprints can be burned, but vision is harder to kill. I look forward to seeing yours crumble. - S.V.” The card slipped from her fingers. S.V. Silas Vane. The name sent a physical chill down her spine. If Julian Thorne was a lion who hunted in the light, Silas Vane was a serpent who moved in the grass. He was the man who had nearly bankrupted Julian’s father a decade ago, a corporate raider who didn't just buy companies—he dismantled them for sport. He was Julian’s shadow, his mirror image, and now, it seemed, he was her new neighbor.

Vince responded, "And it looks as though you have been too. May I ask who this beautiful creature beside you is?" "This is Lennox, my finance." Silas explained. "Fiance?" Vince repeated, "That’s quite the coincidence." He continued, giving a mischievous grin. "I’ve also managed to find a woman willing to put up with me." "Really?" Silas asked. "That’s right." Vince grinned. "Honey, come meet the cousin I told you about!" Turning, Vince motioned for a curvy redhead dressed in a flowy golden sundress to come forward. Maybe I would have been impressed by her beauty if it wasn’t for the fact Silas suddenly stiffened beside me.

Its wings were tipped with silver, and its eyes were large and expressive, like twin sapphires. Another bird had feathers that looked like they were dipped in gold, with intricate patterns that sparkled as it moved. Its beak was long and curved, perfect for plucking the glowing pink toadstools that dotted the forest floor. Its eyes were a striking shade of violet, giving it an almost mystical appearance. Each bird was magnificent, their odd features adding to the enchantment of the forest. It was as if they were living jewels. As I watched them, I felt a sense of wonder and awe, realizing just how extraordinary Valtor truly was.

Olivia acted like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Do I even have to say it? If I don't trust you, who else should I trust? "Just remember, success is the only option. Failure is not on the table." A month later. We were deep into the experimental phase. All the data was in, and it was clear: our product was a cut above the rest in the skincare game. Olivia was over the moon, sure we had a winner on our hands. Seeing her so pumped made me feel the buzz, too.

Violet replied. Noah turned to me. "This is the time you pick sides. Just know that if you don't pick my side you're walking to the party." And if you pick mine, you get to stay and rest,"Violet added with a devious smirk. Smart lady! "Hmm, decisions,decisions," I teased, tapping my chin. "You're taking too long," Noah whined. "You're just afraid she'll pick my side," Violet laughed.

Hands rested on either side of his chair as he leaned back. "About something?" Severin mocked. "Particularly someone. And I know you know whom I mean." Silvio narrowed his eyes, his icy grey eyes piercing through Severin's soul. For a second, the latter felt intimidated. "I don't like to talk in puzzles. Let's get it straight." Silvio muttered. "Where's she?" Severin's smirk widened. "I thought you were too busy to notice her absence." "I'm never too busy when it comes to her." Silvio leaned forward in his chair, resting his folded hands on his desk as he watched Severin calmly sitting back. He glanced at Dante through the window as he pointed towards Severin's phone.

She started to ask Lovi this time. Lovi rolled her eyes. "Oh, I initially thought that you ask that complimentary question exclusively for men. Anyway, what other complimentary services do you offer to men?" She remarked sarcastically while giving emphasis on the word complimentary services in particular. Athena and I were surprised at Lovi's snide comment that blurted out inappropriately. I have noticed Athena circling her arms on Lovi's as she tried to calm her down. Meanwhile, I just looked at her, dumbfounded.

Victor, in his late fifties but still powerfully built and commanding, fed every dark craving she possessed. Their dates had grown more frequent and extravagant. Private jets to Monaco, five-star suites in Singapore, and now a week-long yacht cruise along the Mediterranean. Sophia posted everything on her rapidly growing social media—sun-soaked selfies in tiny bikinis, videos of her sipping champagne on the deck. In several shots, the back of an older man appeared: broad shoulders in tailored linen shirts, silver hair, strong hands on her waist. In one particularly bold video, she straddled his lap on the sundeck, grinding against him while his hand disappeared under her skirt. The camera an

Silvan showcased his white teeth making an expression as if the wine just churned his mouth and vitals mouthing, ‘It-is-something' raising the glass in the air and tilting it to show his human behavior. “I won’t allow you to take over any other human. You can leave, but no one else can. I don’t want you guys to roam and hunt innocents for their souls and bodies.” Dankein rejected immediately clinking his glass with the one in Silvan's hand. “Oh, then I have something that can help you with your mission,” Silvan said. “Enlighten me.” Dankein kept his glass over the bar table and took a sneak over the cabinet that harbored all sorts of alcohol brands.