Siluman Novels & Stories

"The king is an Emius, his eyes can shift into different colours in a short time and each colour represents an emotion. Not many can read them easily without learning." "Oh, I see." the young man nodded. "Now, I understand better." "This is why I told you that he does not hate you." "Well, that's a relief, I guess," Jimmy said. "But do the lake's colours have something to do with the Emius?" he asked. "The Colouribus Conspiratus has nothing to do with them. Indeed each colour also represents an emotion but it is the only similarity between them." "I see." Nylian smiled and ruffled his head. "We are approaching," he said when they finally arrived at the village to be greeted by many creatures

So I took a sip of the water in front of me and waited. I had learnt one thing while getting to know Reine. Silence was the best means to get her to talk. Asking a lot of questions would just make her balk and she would never give you the answer you were looking for. It was much easier to wait for her to give you a concrete answer. “I’m sorry. But she wanted to know why I had not told her anything about you. And she saw the ring. Sandra knows everything about me. I couldn’t lie to her and tell her it was love at first sight. She knows me well enough to know it’s not the truth.”

“...After a thorough research…it has been found that, the most suitable materials..for replacing the Synthetic chemicals materials…is the oddly Slime flesh…it has identical compositions as any flesh…be it monsters or Humane beings..very susceptible to many manipulations…well preserved…and not only that…it was very durable…with all the test that we have done…we find out that compared to the Human skin and Flesh…this Slime Synthetic materials..were even harder that normal flesh..that 9 millimeter bullets shot from 5 meter away, could only penetrate about 1cm deep!!…”.(Doctor Elion Fellmir)

He was leaning against a rack of humming blades, his fingers clawing into the steel casing until the metal groaned and buckled. "You... you were supposed to be the failed prototype," Cillian rasped, his voice a distorted, mechanical rattle. He spat a mouthful of dark, viscous fluid onto the frost-covered floor. It didn't look like blood; it looked like industrial lubricant. "Silas discarded the Vane blood because it was 'unstable.' He said the empathy would rot the ambition. But look at you now, Dominic. You’ve traded your humanity for a titanium valve and a shot of the very poison that made me."

"Gamitin mo ang iyong teknolohiya. Pag-isahin mo ang iyong code at ang aming Mana-Crystal. Huwag ka lang bumuo ng barko... bumuo ka ng isang Sentinel." ​Dito nagsimula ang isang mahabang montage ng paggawa. Sa loob ng sumunod na apatnapu't walong oras, si Liam at Lakan ay nagtrabaho nang walang pahinga. Ginamit ni Liam ang mga natitirang piraso ng Black Phoenix, ngunit hinaluan niya ito ng "Heart of Sierra"—isang dambuhalang kristal na may kakayahang mag-absorb at mag-redirect ng kahit anong enerhiya.

The amber energy of the mountain didn't just flow; it exploded. In the penthouse, Silas’s eyes went wide. The violet lattice of the Smart City didn't just stabilize; it turned a blinding, crystalline gold. "My Lord! The variance is off the charts!" Vane screamed. "The processors are melting! We can't vent the load fast enough!" Silas tried to pull back, tried to sever the mental link, but I wouldn't let him go. I was the bridge, and I had turned myself into a one-way valve.

Stepping aside, Silas motioned for whoever had spoken to enter. I watched as Griffin Jenkins, the alpha of the Smaragdus pack, entered, followed by a busty woman with flowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The minute those eyes found Silas, her plump lips twisted up in a smile as a look of hunger flashed across her features. "It’s good to see you again, Silas." She purred, placing a manicured hand on his arm. "I hope you’ve been doing well." "I have," Silas confirmed before stepping out of reach, so the woman’s hand was left to sit in mid-air.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.