Penampakan El Silbon Novels & Stories

--- Theron began to dream of forests. Not burning ones. But ones filled with whispers. He heard his name on the wind. He drew a symbol in the soil—three points connected by a spiral. When Selene saw it, her blood ran cold. It was the same mark from her dream. The shadow seal. --- That night, Elira woke coughing. She couldn’t breathe. When Selene rushed to her, she found her daughter’s lips faintly glowing with starlight. Not silver. Not flame. Something else.

Silas's point of view Elen’s whispering was a thing made of thread and breath. She crouched in the shadow of the ruined coop and traced runes in the dirt with a cracked fingernail with old glyphs, crooked by fear but true. When she finished she looked at me, eyes wide and raw. “It’s thin,” she said. “It will hold for an hour. After that Mara’s senses will sting like nettles and she’ll see through anything not braided well enough.”

"Silas, get the black wool. The briar-wool." "Luna?" Silas looked confused. "You want to mix sea-silk with dirty mountain fleece?" "I want to ruin it," Elara said, her voice rising with an intense, sharp authority. "The silk won't bind to itself because it’s too perfect. We need to introduce the fault line. We need the briars to catch the silk. We need the grease of the sheep to give the sea-foam something to fight against."

She decides to use the needle of memories, hopeful she would be able to recall what she said earlier. Elena magic up the needle keeping it gently on the table. She takes a deep breath. “I hope this works. Here goes nothing.” Elena said picking the needle up slowly and carefully places the tip at the center of her head. Suddenly Elena's eye turned dark and flashes of her came rushing through. She quickly recalls the magic spell she had mentioned in the dark void and takes off the needle from her head breathing heavily. She quickly writes those words on the piece of paper; “Siprotia dumosum! Siliciu dumosum! Silistra dumosum!” She takes the paper and glances at what age had written while scann

They were breathtaking. Zion’s was an intricate outline of a wolf howling at the moon, but the details were finer, and she could almost feel his presence within her. Gunther’s red dragon over her left breast moved from lying down to standing, and its tail curled around from her breast to her back. But the one which truly surprised her was Silas. It was the largest of the three and expanded from her right cheek, down her nape, to the tip of her shoulder. Unlike the darkness of his Lias, the mark itself was a soft gold with purple bleeding in, the design similar to hers on Zion and Gunther. Were they a sign of her husbands attachments to her?

As Eli greedily took in the man’s striking face, his eyes suddenly opened. Eli staggered a little, caught in those EYES. Vivid violet, like bruised lilacs in the moonlight. How beautiful could a man be? “I am brother Silas,” he boomed with his piercing gaze. “And I have been expecting you for three days.” Eli scrambled for an excuse. “The ….uh…terrain was really…” “You will be punished for the delay.” Eli blinked hard, nervous. “What…punished?”

The basement was very quiet now. The only sound was the crackle of the candles and the heavy breathing of the Beast. Elara’s hands gripped the edge of the thick wooden table. Her knuckles were white. She looked up at Silas. He looked like a giant from the old stories, but he was real. He was made of hot skin and hard muscle.

There, resting on the cold stone, was a fragment of bleached bone. We immediately caught the scent. The air had shifted; the familiar, damp odor of rust and compost had been replaced by a thin, piercing chill—an unearthly miasma that defied description. "The bone," Asher whispered, his eyes locked on the object. "It’s human," I noted, observing the distinct porous structure. "It’s El Silbón," Caspian added. The moment Caspian uttered the name, a faint, nearly imperceptible crackle—like a static discharge of electricity—flickered in the shadows.

the creature corrected. The water churned harder. From the tunnel's darkness, two glowing eyes appeared. Not silver, not brown. Black, with a thin rim of white flame. "Elara." The voice was deep and layered, as if several tones were speaking at once. Her breath stalled. Above, Silas staggered as the sound echoed through the bond. She felt it hit him too, like a claw through his chest. "Silas," she whispered urgently. "Stop digging." "I'm not stopping," he snapped back. His breath was rough and frantic. "Tell me what you see."

Elena screamed, her heart leaping into her throat as she saw her fated mate drop. The silver light beneath her skin flared to a dangerous, blinding intensity, but before she could step toward him, a shadow loomed directly over her. Alpha Silas had leaped from his mount, landing precisely in front of her. His colorless eyes were wide, burning with a manic, psychotic greed as he raised his dark halberd, the mirror-like blade hovering mere inches from her face. His own Alpha aura exploded outward, a dense, oily black cloud that tried to choke out her silver luminescence.