Silas Beyblade Novels & Stories

Still buried deep within. My eyes clash with his- which are now that completely ethereal and luminescent blue color. Within those eyes, I see no humanity within them. Just the gaze of a beast that is completely concentrated on me- same as they had been when I first saw the midnight black wolf in the forest. It’s Silas now. And he’s hard. Fuck.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

"How did you get here? I thought you were processed with the others." ​"I am a ghost, Sovereign," Silas said, his voice like dry leaves skittering over stone. "The frequency of the rings relies on the visual processing of the Architect's light to hijack the mind. Since I am blind, their 'peace' cannot find me. I stayed in the shadows of the landing pad and followed the resonance of the 'Originals' back to their hub." ​He stepped forward, reaching into his cloak to produce a bundle wrapped in silver-leaf cloth. He unwrapped it to reveal a small, jagged shard of the obsidian cage from the Northern Spire. It vibrated with a dark, primal energy that felt like home.

Lia’s breath caught in her throat as the figure stepped forward, his form familiar even in the dim light. **Silas.** For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Silas stood there, his black cloak billowing in the wind, his expression cold and calculating. His eyes flickered over the group of rebels, but it was Lia he focused on. His gaze was like ice, piercing through her, as if he could see through every mask, every lie. “You’ve come to the heart of it all, haven’t you?” Silas’s voice was smooth, filled with an eerie calm. “The Heart is mine. It was always meant to be mine. And now, here you are, playing at being the savior.”

Alpha Silas’s massive obsidian beast let out a terrified, high-pitched shriek, its primitive instincts overriding its training as it turned and bolted blindly through its own ranks, trampling two captains into the dirt. The sheer, weightless pressure of the blast sent Silas stumbling back three paces, his dark halberd tearing away from Elena’s chest as he fought to keep his footing on the trembling earth. "What is this?" Silas shrieked, his cultured composure fracturing completely as he stared up at the sky. "Archers! Hold the line! What is happening to the weather?"

The blast from the Elder’s void-energy sent a shockwave through the Dead Lands, turning the ash into a blinding whirlwind. Silas lay motionless against the jagged rocks, his black-glass blade nothing but glittering shards in the dirt. I stood alone, the white light of the Priestess lineage flickering around my fingers like dying embers.

“I said Riley is faster than all of us, including you. Do you really want me to waste time explaining our whole strategy to you right now?” Olivia looked like she wished she could vanish into thin air. Silas gave her a big eyeroll and turned back to us. “Where was I? Oh, right. Riley, go for the flagpole as soon as the game starts. Don’t worry about anything else. Odin, I’ll leave that guy Hansen to you, and I’ll take care of Ezra myself.” Silas had the strongest build and was the only Lycan. He was undoubtedly the best match for Ezra. No one questioned that. Silas had us repeat our tactic one more time, then let us spread out to warm up a bit.

“He’s determined to make Silverblade the strongest pack in existence, he understands that strength isn't just about how hard you can hit. It’s about how many layers of protection you have before the hit even lands. A sudden, fierce pride flared in my chest. I thought of Gabriel standing in the Council Hall, his voice cutting through the Elders assertions like a blade. He was a real leader but not just that, He was also building an empire, and he was doing it on his own terms. My mate. The word echoed in my mind, bittersweet. If only he would acknowledge the bond. If only he would look at me and see a partner instead of a problem to be solved. To work beside him, to help him build this dream,

“Look at this! It’s your fault! You have to build me a new snowman.” The accusation puzzled Tyr, but he ignored Grizzly Bear and entered Silas’ yard through the door. Silas was sweeping the snow in the yard with his coat draped around his shoulders at the time. The Celestial Blade sat in a quiet corner. The blade began to buzz as soon as Tyr pushed the door open. It trembled constantly, as if it had attained spiritual refinement. When it saw its master was approaching, it became impatient and couldn’t wait to see him again. Silas, who was sweeping the snow, frowned instantly. Suddenly, he cast a glance toward the Celestial Blade.

"You’ll destroy us both!" "Good!" I yelled. I pushed harder. The blue light began to crack the surface of the black heart. Deep, glowing veins of sapphire spread through the darkness. The room began to shake as the two powers fought for control. Suddenly, Silas appeared from behind a fallen computer desk. He didn't have his rifle. He held a heavy silver spear that looked like it was made from the ship’s own hull. "Hazel, move!" Silas shouted. I dived to the floor. Silas threw the spear with everything he had. It wasn't aimed at my father. It was aimed at the glass brain in the center of my father’s chest.