Silas Ramsbottom 소설 & 이야기

Silas turned slightly, tugging my hand as if to lead me away, but Raymond’s voice stopped us. “You won’t tell me what to do,” Raymond snapped. His voice was low, but I could hear the anger beneath it. “How convenient for you to show up now, acting like her knight in shining armor. Where were you for the last ten years? You know nothing about what happened those period!” Silas paused, glancing over his shoulder. His face remained calm, his expression unreadable. “I don’t think I need to know,” he said simply, his tone steady, unshaken.

She would touch a rusted tool, and the rust would fall away, the metal beneath it realigning into its original, perfect form. She was an Architect of the small things. One evening, after Maya had fallen asleep, Toby and I sat on the edge of a rusted ore cart, sharing a bottle of lukewarm water. "You're thinking about him," Toby said. I didn't have to ask who. "Silas isn't the kind of man who disappears, Toby. He’s a Master Architect. He’s probably in a boardroom somewhere right now, explaining away the destruction of the Cradle and drafting the plans for something even worse."

He wanted to elope with Sadie. He had to make a move before Anderson tries to ruin their plan. ~~ Silas cursed under his breath as he smashed one of the expensive-looking vases on the head of a man grabbing him. His fist moves forwards before knocking the man to the ground. He breathed heavily as he eyed two dead bodies lying in front of him. One of them had three bullets in his chest and abdomen and the other had an open skull. "Fucking bastards." He groaned as he rubbed his shoulder blade. Blood seeped through his arm as he pulled the blade before leaving a loud hiss of curses.

Only then did Damian spot the charred metal scraps smoking on the ground. Silas had forgotten one final adaptor. He’d kept it tucked in the pocket of his pants. Damian let out a low laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Beautiful. He blew himself up. Blackwood, your mate might be scarier than both of us.” Ethan didn’t answer. His eyes were already fixed on the tunnels Joshua had taken Ruby through, his rage sharpening, his purpose narrowing. Silas was furious and wounded. knowing he is now at a disadvantage, he stared at the two looming figures with Malice. "You can't kill me," he muttered to himself more than to them. "I still have so much to do,"

“You look remarkably intact for a man who was supposed to be buried under fifty tons of concrete. We were just discussing your... sudden liabilities.” “I’m sure you were,” Silas rumbled. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was so low that it immediately caused the shouting in the front rows to die down. He took a slow step into the room, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floorboards. “But you should know by now, Victor…. I don’t die easily.” From the very back row of the gallery, my fingers clamped down hard on the cold air in the room.

Rex crouched by the embers, kicking the last unburned pine branches into the coals with the toe of his boot before rising and yanking his greatsword free to inspect the edge one last time. Elias emerged from the portico, tightening the strap of his medical kit across his chest. His bandaged hand was a slash of stark white in the dawn. Silas descended from the second-floor balcony, his silver-grey hair now bound back and spilling down his spine. His hood was pulled low so only the blade-sharp angle of his jaw was visible. The ashen pheromones coiled around him in slow spirals, thinner and fainter than usual, like a layer of frost on the verge of being burned away by the rising light.

"What?" "When you were a child in that hospital bed, before we fully integrated your mind into the Kernel, you were terrified. You were a little girl lost in a sea of darkness. So, you reached into the 'Source' and you created a friend. A king of shadows who would never leave you. Silas isn't a 'Glitch,' and he isn't a 'Corporate Asset.' He is a fragment of your own soul that you gave a life of its own."

Beside him sat Silas, a former British SAS special forces operative who specialized in silent infiltration and close-quarters combat. On the screen in front of me, crisp security footage showed the inside of the cathedral's Bridal Suite. My jaw clenched. Mary looked breathtaking, fragile, and utterly panicked as her maids fussed over the stained white silk of her multi-million-dollar gown. Seeing her dressed in white for another man sent a wave of violent, possessive rage crashing through my veins. "If you manage to clear the path for me without triggering a single alarm," I stated, "I will double your pay and appoint you as my personal head guards today."

“I did it to protect you. I couldn’t keep you safe in my world, Liz. I was being hunted. And if they found you…” “But they did find me,” I snapped. “I died, Ruby.” She let out a sob, one that shook through the phone. “No… no, no, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know—I thought if I stayed away, if I cut myself off, you’d be left alone. That you’d have a chance.” I swallowed down the emotion burning in my throat. “Who is Silas? And why is he after me?” “He’s… dangerous,” she said so quietly. “He’s not just a witch, Liz. He’s something else. Something darker. You don’t understand what he can do.”

No, that couldn’t be possible. That alpha was known for being brutal and bloodthirsty. How was it even possible that the man who was driving me mad was him? "Listen," Trixie continued, ignoring my confusion. "Silas is a powerful ally for you. Especially with your wanting to reclaim your place in Caelum." Frowning, I continued to try to make sense of all of this. So this was what Silas meant when he said that he was a better choice. Even if Alphonze was supposed to be the greatest Alpha of his time, he was nothing compared to the snake of Crimson Tides.