Is El Silbon Real Novels & Stories

Lucian smiled and walked slowly to the living room, taking off his goggles, the two men backed away from him and he settled himself on the sofa opposite them, a small smile on his face, “oh you know who I am, the minute you started sinning, you know who I am and you know you would meet me someday and that someday, is today.” The two men looked at each other and then back at him, “what the hell are you talking about?” One of them asked and they all looked up when they heard noises on the stairs to see Lolita and Samantha watching them. Seeing what was going on, Lolita pulled Samantha into her arms immediately, her eyes going to Lucian who only glanced at her and looked away at the same time.

"You don't know us. Like now, you just killed yourself." Alfredo did not answer back. She was right. There were links that an imprint left when they created something. If it was Relona's, Barrie could command the spirit who made it. "This is not just an imagination, Barrie," Elena said. " "I did not say it's not real," Barrie said. "These are poisons." At the sound of it, Elena shut up her mouth. She waited for Barrie's clue before she did anything. "I'm so surprised, Elena," Barrie said. "You know so much of the Samsonaras but not of Relonas."

She gestured to Mateo, "Please continue. I promise no one will interrupt." Nothing could disguise the exhaustion and worry in Mateo's face while he spoke. "We are plagued by a spirit known as El Silbon. He is a pale giant with a wide-brimmed hat and on his back a bag of bones. He whistles through the night air looking for victims." "Pfft," Theria scoffed, "We have spiritual experts for that stuff." Grace silenced her with a single glare and motioned for Mateo to continue. "We have tried all of our rituals and prayers, but El Silbon remains. He will continue to kill until there is no one left."

Sila was quiet for a bit as if trying to process what she had just heard, then she suddenly laughed a little. "That's impossible." Camila frowned. "You don't believe me?" Sila didn't reply immediately; she picked her words carefully. "It's not like I don't believe, but from all we know, there hasn't been any way to cure this ailment, and the only cure that was found was stolen. You know this, Camila." She was still holding her hands, and she could feel Camila's anger. "It could all be in your imagination." Camila jerked her hand away from her hold. "Do you think I'm being delusional?"

I whimpered as my legs began to shake uncontrollably around his waist and tears flowed down my cheeks. He bucked his hips into me, hitting that spot that made me want to scream. “Don’t you dare drop your legs from around me!.” He slipped out of me before forcefully ramming into me again. “KING!” I yelled his name. His Fake Name. “Silas” He grunted in response as he picked up the pace when he told me his real name, slamming into me even harder. I was over the edge. I was shaking. I was screaming. I was crying tears of incredible pleasure.

"You disobeyed a direct order! And now you're here with this pathetic little creature! What the hell is this?!" Silas said angrily, his voice booming before leveling off in a cold firm tone. Just the sight of that thing made Silas cringe and want to throw a blanket over its head so he doesn't have to see it's creepy little pointy ears sticking out. He's only seen an elf two other times. They hardly come here, but to pick stupid weeds that they think are actually edible. 'How disgusting!' Silas thought. Hissing again as he watched the creepy creature touch his mate.

“Some trader named Silas.” “Well, Silas is a fucking piece of shit for selling you diluted crap.” Kalb kneels on the floor. “Absolutely not. I paid huge money for that. He assured me it was pure.” Anya twists the cork, glancing at the splashes of blood Kalb must have forgotten to clean from her neck. “And where is this Silas now?”

Nadia’s shout was cut short as a booming, oppressive voice echoed directly through the spider webbed glass of the window. Silas didn't smash the pane; instead, his silhouette pressed against the fracture, his eyes glowing with an eerie, kinetic violet light. "You think Julian is playing a long game from the shadows, Elena?" Silas’s voice resonated inside the girls' heads, mocking and cold.

As I stood in disbelief at his confession, Silas rubbed his forehead as if regretting revealing more than he should have. "Deceased mate?" I asked, confused. "Please, don't bring it up, Elena. I'm here to determine if you're truly rejecting me as your mate. Please think about it," Silas pleaded. "I still don't understand why you ask me this when you have Letty by your side." "I told you, Letty is currently pretending to be the Luna. She's a temporary arrangement," Silas sighed, sounding annoyed. "Whatever, Silas. I'm so tired of the drama," I sighed, feeling even more down as dizziness overcame me and my legs trembled. Oh, no. I shouldn't have had a drink while on medication.

"Yes, my grandfather is used to living alone, so you have to be careful. He has raised many poisonous snakes and insects, and one will feel like hell when bitten by them." After Gonzalec pretended to remind him, he suddenly pointed towards the bushes and said, "Beware! A poisonous insect!" Gonzalec thought that Silas would panic, but it was the total opposite. He stretched his foot out and squished the two centipedes into pieces. Gonzalec widened his eyes and asked, "Aren't you afraid?" "I am!" said Silas as he stretched out his hand to grab a snake from the branch and put it on Gonzalec's neck.