Silas Beyblade の小説・ストーリー

He didn't look at me with Caspian’s possessive lust; he looked at me like a technician inspecting a high-performance engine. "She isn't a toy for your personal amusement," Silas said, walking into the room. "She is a billion-dollar asset. I am lending her to you to ensure your safety during the summit, nothing more. Do not cross the line." Caspian stiffened, his hand dropping from my face. "She responds better to a personal touch." Silas ignored him, stopping in front of me. He held up a small, silver device, and a blue light swept across my retinas.

She continued to step back as she flicked a questioning eye to Blade for just a moment, not able to form any sort of words to ask what was going on. By keeping Xana’s focus on him Blade allowed Silas to move around her to step up behind her so that as she takes one more step backward she steps into his chest. Silas wraps his arms around her chest and waist as he leans down and whispers next to her ear. “Just relax baby, and this will be over before you know it.” Without giving her a chance to object Blade steps in front of her, sliding his hand on her cheek and whispering. “I have wanted to do this… Forever!…”

The severe charcoal blazer felt crisp against my skin, a neat wall of defense against the strange, old power still swirling lazily inside my veins. "You haven't touched your water, Elena." Silas walked out from the small state room at the back of the plane. He had discarded his suit jacket and vest, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the heavy muscle of his forearms. He looked massive in the narrow cabin, a predator trapped in a silver tube flying at thirty thousand feet. Through our mind-link, his thoughts were a hot, swirling pool of protective rage. He was still furious about Hecate’s threat to the tower, but underneath the anger was a deep, stea

The pulse was slowing down. Silas stood up again. Half of his torso was scorched black. He looked at the water spraying from the wall. He looked at Lydia. For a second, the black pits of his eyes seemed to clear. "The cycle... is broken," Silas whispered. It was the first time he sounded like a man. Then, he turned. Instead of attacking Lydia, he walked toward the main power core in the center of the room. "Silas, what are you doing?" Julian screamed, struggling under Adrian’s grip.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

“You can't simply move on if you have not defeated me. I am your alter ego. You will need to kill me to gain control. But you know what? Your alter ego has all your strengths and lacks all your weaknesses. Strength, the ability not to hold back, lack of empathy and emotions, I have them all. That is what will always make me stronger than you.” He said, drawing out his sword from the thin air, ready to strike me. “Don't be too sure about that, Silas 2.0. I will do anything to get out of here.” I responded, fashioning out my won sword from the thin air, also ready to strike myself. We looked deeply into each other and we ran towards each other to attack. Our blades struck each other and made a

Silas roared, pointing a trembling finger at me from the floor of the pit. He looked pathetic. His tactical gear was shredded, his face bruised from the avalanche, and his pride was a tattered rag. Behind him, my father stood in the shadows, his eyes wide with a mix of terror and a greed he couldn't quite hide. "She destroyed an entire unit of my men with a thought," Silas continued, his voice cracking. "She is a Lycan-Mage. She is a violation of the Treaty of the First Shift. She must be neutralized." Luciano stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of the ceremonial blade at his hip.

Leo demanded, his voice high but steady, vibrating with a boldness that made my breath hitch. Silas froze. He looked down at the boy, his expression shifting from predatory intensity to a look of genuine, stunned fascination. He didn’t look at Leo like a nuisance; he looked at him as if he were seeing a miracle—or a ghost. The sight of this tiny human standing up to an Alpha King with such zero-hesitation courage was clearly something Silas hadn’t prepared for. “I’m her boss, little man,” Silas said, his voice dropping an octave, losing its serrated edge. “I’m… I’m the bad guy who forgot she wasn’t at work today.”