Silas Marner Kindle Novels & Stories

of his time in the archive—a permanent, iridescent sheen that marked him as a "Returned Asset." "Lyra..." Silas whispered, his voice finally regaining its melodic, wolfish warmth. He pulled her into his chest, his heart beating a frantic, rhythmic greeting against her own. "I... I was in the silence. I couldn't find the scent. I thought I was a ghost." "You were a 'Draft', Silas," Lyra said, her tears soaking into his tunic. "But we found the 'Epilogue'." The man at the desk—The Author—did not look up from his work. He was writing on a sheet of parchment that glowed with a liquid gold light. His fountain pen moved with a rhythmic, scratching sound that was the literal heartbeat of their worl

I didn’t know what to do with the other thing they were offering now. Hayley watched me the whole time. “You look like someone just handed you a live snake instead of tea leaves.” “I know how to accept gratitude.” She glanced at the unopened packet sitting where I hadn’t touched it. “Clearly.” Mira had barely gone when Silas came to the door. He stopped at the threshold and stayed there. For a moment he didn’t say anything, which wasn’t like him. “Are you well enough to speak?” he asked. Hayley answered before I could, leaning back in her chair. “She’s alive. Mostly because some people finally learned to listen.”

You were mine from the first howl. “No,” she whispered. “I was never yours.” The silver light pulsed outward from her chest. The tendrils nearest her hissed and fell apart, raining embers. Elias staggered back, his form flickering. What have you done? “I listened to myself,” she said, louder now. “Not to you.” Silas seized the opening and drove his blade into the Well itself. A shockwave of steam burst upward. Mara’s next arrow glowed silver and buried itself in one of the runes, shattering it. Lyra dragged Caleb back as another tendril snapped toward them.

Silas's point of view I came too late to be noble. The courtyard had collapsed into a savage blur: the clack of a knife, a woman screaming, the slap of a body on stone. I ran in on a pack of shadows, following the shouts, and the world narrowed until there was only one target and it was Mara, hand at Elen’s throat, blade bright and wrong. When she saw me she smiled like a predator showing off a new toy. “Silas,” she purred, amusement cutting the air. “You’re predictably late.”

Heavy, unrelenting, pressing down until my knees nearly buckled. Silas’s eyes caught mine across the chamber. Dark. unreadable. And for the first time, I realized that this wasn’t the end. It was the beginning.

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.

His eyes bled charcoal like Silverʼs, his fangs grew a bit and in a blink, Silas was at the altar, having covered the distance between him and Marietta on the altar in a heart beat. His charcoal eyes bore into Marietta's and he licked his lips, the corners of his mouth tugged upward into a smirk. "She's finally awakens! but it's unfortunate".

My chest heaved, but I couldn’t stop looking, couldn’t stop seeing him. I tore my gaze away, bile rising in my throat, and when I finally saw Silas, I wished I hadn’t. He was on his knees, his face battered and bloodied, a dirty rag stuffed into his mouth. Jamie stood behind him, one hand fisted in Silas’s hair, holding his head up like he was showing him off. Silas’s eyes found mine, wide and desperate, and something inside me cracked. “All the way to Minnesota?” Ethan said and let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Impressive. But you couldn’t run forever.”

she asked. “No. If that were the case, he would have marked Esmeralda as his mate long ago.” He said sadly “Who’s Esmeralda?” Mara asked “Some woman he loved.” He said “Was she human?” Mara asked, noticing how he said woman this time “Not really. She turned out to be a sorceress and betrayed him.” Silas said, and Mara could feel his anger building up “Where is she now?” she asked “Dead, and I hope she keeps suffering where she is.” He said further.

I wanted to answer. But at this moment Silas came back. His body began to be transparent. He smiled at me. Sad. But peaceful. “Mama... thank you for loving me anyway.” I stretched my hand after him. ‘Ware —’ Too late. He disappeared. Like breathing on glass. The blue book fell to the ground. Lock up. And burned in a single blue flame. Then it was quiet. Really quiet. Until Nora suddenly crawled in Mira's arms. She showed my belly. And said with a clear voice: “Mama... why does the other baby still have the eyes open?”