Penampakan El Silbon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Silas hissed, immediately dousing the torch. The darkness that rushed in was absolute, thick enough to swallow the breath in their lungs. Elena could feel the triplets' fear, a cold, sharp spike in the air. "They’ve found the scent of the blood in this room," Silas whispered urgently. "The history here acts like an amplifier for the Silver signature. To them, we are a feast."

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 The air had shifted; the familiar, damp odor of rust and compost had been replaced by a thin, piercing chill—an unearthly miasma that defied description.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.