Silas Beyblade Novels & Stories

"She was promised to me way before you even interfered. So how do you plan to stop me?" "Simple," Silas responded coldly. "If you try anything, I’ll kill you with my bare hands. I don't give a damn if it starts a war between Crimson Tides and Caelum. I'll destroy your whole fucking pack too."

I whispered, trying to stand my ground, but my legs instinctively shuffled backwards. ​“My name is Blade Silas. Your new boss,” he said. A smile flickered across his lips, a brief, chilling movement that held no warmth. Suddenly, his eyes flashed deadly gold. ​I blinked, certain it was a trick of the light, but I knew it was his eyes. Before I could look again, he turned and left.

"Fight it! Don't let her take the exit!" "It’s... too... much..." Elena gasped, her vision turning into a sea of violet static. Silas looked at his daughter and his "Proxy" struggling on the floor. He saw the world he’d built crumbling on the screens around him. With a roar of fury, he grabbed a heavy metal bypass tool and lunged toward the main server. "If I can't have the Successor," Silas screamed, "then no one will!" He slammed the tool into the cooling system.

He was physical, his scarred face twisted into a grin that held no warmth. "Welcome home, children," Silas said, drawing a heavy, obsidian blade that pulsed with the light of the Central Core. "Ready to see how the story ends?"

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

They were the discarded remains of the Syndicate’s greed, and they were hungry for the one thing they no longer possessed: life. "Elara, get behind me!" Silas roared. His obsidian blades flashed in the starlight, two arcs of violet death that hummed with a frequency that made the very air ripple. He moved with a speed that was almost too fast for my human eyes to follow, a whirlwind of shadow defending a girl of flesh. The Monster-Jax lunged. He didn't bark; he emitted a high-frequency shriek that felt like glass shards being driven into my ears. Silas met him mid-air, the clash of obsidian against silver sparks lighting up the clearing like a strobe light.

light, a figure stepped out that made Lyra’s obsidian blade scream in recognition. It was Silas. But it was the "Alpha Silas" from the night of the rejection—the cruel, arrogant boy who had said 'I reject you'—now weaponized as the Collector’s ultimate "Avatar of the Past."

I hoped that this battle wasn't to the death like the last one. "Lastly, and absolutely not least. The conqueror of ghosts, defeater of death itself, the unstoppable force, the bloodthirsty beast. Silas!" A blush crept up on me as he stepped out into the centre of the arena absolutely shirtless, and I could immediately hear the females in the arena cheering in excitement. Silas rolled his shoulders, his tense body relaxing slightly. I smiled and shook my head, happy that he was all mine. Those big arms they're whistling about will be wrapped around me tonight.

the waitress interrupted our silent face-off, her notebook poised for my order. "An espresso," I replied. As much as I couldn't deny his good looks, I knew that an attractive exterior could hide a multitude of sins. I needed a quick drink, something I could finish and flee if necessary. The waitress, acknowledging that he already had his drink, flashed him a quick smile before leaving us alone. Tomas filled the silence that her departure left behind.

But it was what stood on the other side of the clearing that stopped Elidra’s breath. Silas. He was not the polished Alpha from the pack house. He stood without a shirt, his torso a map of scars and fresh, angry wounds from their last battle. But his power was different now. It wavered the air around him, a visible heat haze that warped the moonlight. The stolen, corrupted bond. It made him look larger, unstable, a pot boiling over. Even from this distance, the wrongness of it prickled against Elidra’s skin.