Is El Silbon Real Novels & Stories

I slammed my palms against the ground in an uncoordinated rhythm until my fingers finally closed around something solid. The moment I touched it, I froze. My veins pulsed at the contact, and a sense of eerie familiarity washed over me. I knew what this was. "Bone," I whispered. "El Silbón." He had left a message before he departed, and there was no doubt who it was for: me. The bone was a sign. Either he had come to claim a soul from this household—Lana—or this was the clue I had been asking of the Goddess all along.