Siluman Mga Nobela at Kwento

The static from the secure comms unit hissed into absolute silence, but the suffocating gravity of Silas's report completely paralyzed the air in the master suite. It was a highly concentrated, military grade synthetic abortifacient. It was a freezing blue liquid. Lucian did not roar. He didn't shatter the mahogany desk or hurl his heavy fists into the reinforced walls. The feral King of the American underworld went completely, devastatingly still.

It was fluid. The entity was composed entirely of a shimmering, superheated liquid metal a smart-alloy controlled by the localized Founder AI. It didn't have a face, just a shifting, humanoid torso that flowed directly out of the floorplates. It radiated a wave of heat so intense that the air around it warped and shimmered like a mirage. "A Mercury-Sentinel," I whispered, taking a step back. "It's an autonomous defense protocol. Physical attacks will just pass right through it, and the metal is hot enough to instantly melt kinetic rounds."

“Mm-hmm.” I kid you not, that is all he says. I wait, tapping my left foot impatiently and mentally wringing my fingers, waiting for more. Silvan glides around the kitchen like a lithe merman, setting mouth watering food on the Calacatta marble counter with utter concentration. The man is too sexy for his own good.

Samuel grinned wider. His fingers danced over the smooth, metallic sphere in his hands as he admired it under the dim glow of the hidden lounge’s chandelier. “Relax,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he unhooked the beryllium hemisphere from the plutonium core, effortlessly separating the two components. "Now it's safe." Miriam's sharp gaze burned into him through the lenses of her glasses. “Safe? That thing could kill all of us in seconds, Samuel.”

And he equipped it with a hidden arsenal of non-lethal weaponry, designed to subdue any threats without resorting to violence. He even added a compartment filled with specialized equipment: ultraviolet lamps, designed to repel creatures of the night, sonic emitters, capable of disrupting the senses of supernatural beings, and vials of a strange, luminescent liquid, its purpose a closely guarded secret, all designed to counter the unknown threats of the Crimson Zone. Silas was a master of his craft, a meticulous engineer, a silent guardian. He left no detail overlooked, no precaution unheeded. He was determined to ensure Riana's safety, even if it meant defying the odds.

Even if she has fallen from her throne, she should still be able to rise again right? The fleet of shops beside the swimsuit shop sold sea equipment too, snorkeling equipment, kayaks, lifejackets, oxygen masks, etc., and all their windows were specially used for the display of goods. So Carla’s effort to see her figure through the glass plane was one in futility.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

The door wasn’t locked and she shut it behind her as one of the Hounds growled. While her room had been spartan, Lilith’s was the opposite. Her demon mother enjoyed material possessions and adorned her bedroom with silk sheets and dark wood furniture. The vanity table was covered in jewelry of different gemstones, gleaming gold, and sparkling silver. Callie was after something more valuable than all the jewelry combined.

God am I blushing right now? “Are you offering to make me breakfast Atlas?” His brows arch and I roll my eyes, sticking out my tongue as I leave the room. He is good looking, but he is also very annoying. “Baka Ikemen!” He laughter echoing through the hallway. I really hate this annoying man.

Austin asked, acting cool like he is not affected by this but I know him better to think that way, he is pissed right now, in fact, pissed is putting it lightly because he is mad as hell and I am going to get it. “You do realize the damage you could do to her internal organs by administering the silver in her bloodstream? Not to mention that she is a human, not a werewolf!” Lucas raised his voice and I couldn’t help but jump a little. “Why do you care so much about what I do to my slave beta Lucas?” asked Austin still maintaining his composure but with his eyebrow raised.