Silco Right Hand Woman Novels & Stories

I was not allowed to call them gruesome though, for heads are considered sacred. The peculiar woman with yellow eyes advanced towards us with something in her palm that looked like an opal gemstone. She introduced herself to me as Shadow, a sorceress. I was dumbstruck. Could she really perform magic? Anything seemed possible to me now. "Congratulations! Always keep this trinket in your possession. Wear it on you if possible." She placed the amorphous looking stone in my palm. It looked very ordinary and dull. "Thank you, I will," I replied politely.

She wore a pair of purple jade pendants on her earlobe, and she had a vermilion beauty teardrop mole on the lower part of her right eye. "It's indeed Mystic-Yin and Spirit-calling Enchantment. After I've master all of it... hehe..." Chuckling, the woman's two slim arms slowly flicked, creating the ripples on the water. Two white legs leaned together were faintly visible under the water as well as that secret area that was hidden by the poolside cherry tree reflection. "By then, who else could threaten me, and so what it's her..."

My top priority was to get his wolf away from Silva. He backs me up like a predator, then he dashes over to the couch and grabs Silva by the neck as she begins to choke and lose her capacity to breathe. Hell-bent on killing her, she uses both of her hands in an attempt to unclamp his hand but struggles. With her windpipes crushing, it was impossible to say a spell for her to acquit.

Their smelling ability was created this way. Her body stilled in his arms when her blue eyes fell on the slightly bleeding woman there. Her expensive gown was filled with dust and blood. Her long black hair was covering her face but from her figure portion, Fleur knew who it was. Sicilia. She flinched when a giant muscular man walked near her chained frame with a razor bat in his hand. The bat wasn't made of wood. It was steel and there were sharp razors attached to it. She gasped out bolstering her grip over his mantel witnessing the man swinging the bat and hardly smashing it against her already bleeding back.

“Let us commence the communion of our race.” The Scarlet Woman was positioned at the northern point of the pentacle, legs spread open to embrace the blank spot. The unseen figure was dumped onto the altar and strapped down on the stone. It was a woman. Her shrieks of fear could do nothing but add to the discordant harmony rolling about the room.

Oh, goddess please let her be ok. Silvia crawls over to us and holds out her hands to heal her. “She will be ok Troy she just needs to rest now, that took a lot of energy for her to connect me to the link between them for so long. Stay with her, your touch seems to be soothing her.” Silva rests a hand on my shoulder and gives me a small smile. My touch soothes her? So, she does feel the strange tingles that I do when our skin connects. That’s good right? Maybe that’s why she asked me to stay close, because she knew I would be able to help her.

“You probably never thought that I would crush you underfoot one day, did you? Brother, I’ll avenge you. Today, I’ll torture this hateful woman alive, make her regret laying hands on you.” With that, she thrust her sword towards the woman’s shoulder. However, the woman’s other hand viciously grabbed the sword’s blade, blood spurting from her hand. “You dare to resist?” Yesenia roared furiously as if possessed. “Then die!” As she spoke, her other hand descended on the sword hilt, and immediately both hands erupted with a powerful purple light. In that instant, the woman revealed a sinister smile. The next moment, her broken arm suddenly moved and grabbed Yesenia’s ankle from behind, lifting h

Moana’s POV I stood there frozen in front of the open cellar door, my hand still gripping the heavy iron handle. The strange woman’s purple eyes gleamed beneath her hood as she stretched out her hand toward me. My gaze dropped to her hand. It looked older than any wolf’s hand I had ever seen in the village. The fingers were thin, the skin hung tight in some places and loose in others. Dark veins ran across the back of her hand, and a silver ring rested on her smallest finger, carved with strange markings I had never seen before. The hand looked fragile enough to be shaking, yet it remained perfectly still.

The rushing river faded into a deafening silence, and a jarring psychic vision violently ripped me from the present. I was looking through a veil of shadows, staring into a bleak, crystalline fortress in the Fae realm. Silas was there—chained, bloodied, and screaming in agony as Draco poured agonizing, dark magic directly into his chest. But my eyes were drawn to the foreground. A young woman was shouting desperately for help, her hands glowing with a fierce, unstable power as she tried to break the barrier to save him. She had striking, brilliant golden hair, and eyes that were a piercing, unmistakable mix of green and blue.

“Do not forget to whom and for what you raise those hands for, Darius Alfonso. Remember your prayers. You have prayed to the Goddess of your land, I will surely listen.” With her final seductive whisper, she left. The second she vanished, I fell on my knees, holding my chest to fill my lungs with some air. ‘What.. was it? Maybe she is right, I should hold onto faith. Azure Silvia is the Goddess, she would listen.’ I questioned but no answer came. “Fuck…” Cursing under my breath, I ran my hand in my hair, pushing it back, regaining my posture and senses and shifted to my knees.