Silas Beyblade の小説・ストーリー

"You didn't free them. You blinded them. They can't feel you. They can't feel anything." Silas froze. He reached out with his mind, searching for the shared network of Ember Fang. I saw the moment the realization hit him. His face twisted, the angelic symmetry cracking into a mask of pure, unadulterated panic. The First Shift had removed the Moon’s leash, but it had also removed the signal. Silas was an Alpha with no pack. A King with no kingdom. He was a god of a vacuum. "The shard," Silas hissed, his violet eyes locking on the metal in my hand. "It’s the conductor. The Dorian-blade was forged to bridge the gap between the blood and the stone. Give it to me!"

The Preparation of the Soul Silas set the blade down. He moved to the center of the room and began his own physical ritual. He didn't use machines. He didn't have a trainer. He performed slow, agonizingly controlled movements—calisthenics designed to build the kind of strength that doesn't show in a mirror, but manifests in a struggle.

She longed to touch him, and she didn’t understand it. Their little distraction was broken when from the opposite side, Alpha Silas, the competitor of the day, emerged. He was quite shorter than Torin but no less lethal, Silas had a dense, carved frame, red hair that curled over his ears, and eyes like a gray storm. He smirked as he approached, the air around him subtly disturbed as if it rippled from his presence. Freya’s stomach sank. “That’s Silas,” someone beside her whispered. “I heard he uses magic.” she added.

“I know more than just ten ways to kill someone, and they would not be able to detect that it was anything other than natural causes. I would suggest you do not underestimate me.” It wasn’t supposed to happen, Silas was just going to curl his fist and rage at the arrogant prick. However, as he curled his fist, his body had other ideas. Decades of training kicked in, and lightning reflexes blurred his movement. He slammed his fist into the perfect nose of the overly egotistical elf. There was a satisfying crunch of bone. Beckett wheeled backward a moment, clutching his nose almost comically. He cursed, not that Silas actually understood the words, he only knew a few phrases in the old languag

"The Weaver is reporting success, but the physical reality doesn't match the data. How is this possible?" "It’s not possible," Peony hissed, her hands tightening on her console. "The 'Next Gen' has found a way to lie to the AI. They’ve created a 'Blind Spot,' Silas. You were so focused on your perfection that you forgot to look in the shadows." "I will find them," Silas declared, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and fascination. "I will track the 'shadow' and I will erase it." "You don't have time," Peony said, her voice a cold, sharp blade. "They’re already on their way. The 'Titan' is moving, Silas. And this time, they’re not coming to defend. They’re coming to destroy."

"I'll try to, Yuri. I'm sorry for keeping this information to myself." We arrived at the dungeons, and I paused, taking in the bloody scene, Jake's swollen face and battered body, and the horror-filled gazes of Luke and Letty pleading for help. Then I looked at Silas, his eyes glowing with a golden hue, emanating a murderous aura that sent shivers down my spine. I could see how monstrous my mate could be when he wanted to defeat his enemies. "Elena, why are you here?" Silas blocked my sight, and I saw his warm ocean-blue eyes. I couldn't bear the scent of blood and the aura, but somehow I gathered myself.

"You don't know that, Lucius! You haven't even seen what I can do yet—" "But I do know," Lucuis interrupted, his voice breaking as he finally looked at me, his eyes filled with a raw, agonizing defeat. "I've been searching for a way, Soraya. I checked the facts. I ran the bloodline numbers against the limited time we have left on that bioweapon core. It's mathematically impossible for your energy to sustain all three of us without completely draining your own lifeline. It would kill you." He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a whisper. "So Lucius and I agreed. Silas is the one who gets to live." Silas froze, his face turning completely pale as the words sunk in. Then, a look of absolute,

In its right hand summed a huge, bi-edged blade of pure, white Plasma. The guard of the core. That thing didn't freak out. It moved completely silent and with a precision, that took my breath. It lifted up the plasma blade and rushed right onto me. “Jada! Cover!” Silas shouted from his terminal. I threw myself back on the ground, right at the moment when the plasma blade swept over me and the thick cooling tube behind me with a loud cliche