Silas Scratch の小説・ストーリー

Yes, I was a hate filled bastard that yearned to make everyone around me hateful as well. I would make their lives hell. I knew what they were the moment they made mention of needing blood, Scarvyns, blood sucking witches. I was repulsed to say the least. But these goons obviously did not care about what they even were. “Fuck yeah!” Silas said with a crazed smirk on his face. “I always thought you both were smoking hot but now,” he leaned down to toy with a strand of Dahlia’s hair, “as girls, you're even better… I'm taking the first round,” he declared.

Day 2, Dawn Silas doesn’t wait for dawn. He kicks my door in at first light. No knock. No offer. No knife held out hilt-first like Rook. He throws his at my feet. It sticks in the stone, point down. Silver blade. Bone hilt. Carved with things that look like screaming faces. “Pick it up,” Silas says. He’s not wearing a shirt. Scars cover his chest. Not battle scars. Sigils. Burned in. Witch marks. One for every spell his mother made him cast. One for every person she made him kill.

But it was what stood on the other side of the clearing that stopped Elidra’s breath. Silas. He was not the polished Alpha from the pack house. He stood without a shirt, his torso a map of scars and fresh, angry wounds from their last battle. But his power was different now. It wavered the air around him, a visible heat haze that warped the moonlight. The stolen, corrupted bond. It made him look larger, unstable, a pot boiling over. Even from this distance, the wrongness of it prickled against Elidra’s skin.

The two jumped out of the bed like they were set on fire. “What the heck is wrong with you?” Rick raised his voice while running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. Silas seemed silent, he didn’t complain. I found him not looking in my direction and slowly taking off his shirt to head towards the bathroom. The sight of many scars became visible to me. His entire body was filled with markings and branding, the sight terrified me into letting out a gasp but instantly silencing myself when Rick warned me with his eyes. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?” Silas asked Rick in a tone that was filled with shame and guilt.

a voice boomed from the far end of the hall. ​A man stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, his frame lean and powerful. His scalp was shaved close, revealing a network of old scars, one jagged line running from his ear to the corner of his grim mouth. He wore a heavy leather duster over a combat shotgun that looked like an umbrella in his grasp. This was Silas, the man the Council had tried to execute ten years ago for "insubordination." ​"You blacked out the city," Silas said, his voice like grinding gravel. He looked at me, his eyes narrowing. "And you brought the asset. The one Julian Vane has been crying over like a lost toy."

"They're going to sink everything!" A missile hit the water fifty feet away, sending a wall of foam over us. When I wiped the water from my eyes, I saw Silas crawling onto the ledge. His face was half-gone, showing the silver skull beneath. He looked like a demon. He didn't go for me. He went for the data drive that had fallen out of my pocket. "If I can't have the girl..." Silas wheezed, his voice sounding like broken glass. "Nobody gets the truth!"

His claws extended, ready to tear apart the next threat. Silas stepped out of the thick fog. His long leather duster dragged in the mud. The milky-white scar over his blind eye gleamed in the dim light. His remaining hunters flanked him, their hunting rifles lowered toward the ground. "Well, that was a mess." Silas kicked Griggs's dead body with the toe of his steel-capped boot. He looked up at the two fugitives, offering a crooked, scarred smile. "You kids okay?”

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

If you're sure about it, then I'm with you, "I smiled and held her hand. She lifts her arm and wipes something on her face before facing me again. She smiled thinly. Alice is turning her head left and right. She's looking for something. When she was about to reach for the tissue beside me, her neck got exposed and I could see a lot of hickeys looking like they had been bitten by a starving insect. Geezz... that fast, Alice. I reached for her neck to touch, but she quickly noticed and dodged. "What is that, Alice Curtiz?"