Acier Silva Novels & Stories

No, that couldn’t be possible. That alpha was known for being brutal and bloodthirsty. How was it even possible that the man who was driving me mad was him? "Listen," Trixie continued, ignoring my confusion. "Silas is a powerful ally for you. Especially with your wanting to reclaim your place in Caelum." Frowning, I continued to try to make sense of all of this. So this was what Silas meant when he said that he was a better choice. Even if Alphonze was supposed to be the greatest Alpha of his time, he was nothing compared to the snake of Crimson Tides.

Even though the Elder Council and the Bloodline Assembly were staunchly opposed, he insisted on marking her as his mate. The Frostclaw Pack rose quickly from a small southern border pack to a prestigious pack under the Wargspire Pack's protection. After their marking ceremony, the two were inseparable and affectionate. They were envied by everyone in the Wargspire Pack. But fate was cruel. Sylvia died from an incurable illness shortly after giving birth to Rhett. To keep the Frostclaw Pack under protection, they sent me—the adopted daughter they had picked up from the streets—into the Wargspire Pack to take Sylvia's place.

At that moment, the lights came on and the elevator continued downwards as Sule left the control room. * * * Above the wild deep in the forest, somewhere close to Caliba. A group of helicopters flew past dropping soldiers to search for the ancient land of Caliba. A land in which at that moment were being chastised by the Ngwal Apata. The Ngwal ocean had risen in anger, the rock guiding the village spun around in outrage raising a cold breeze in from of think smog from the ocean covering the whole landform sight. The rocks calmly laid back on the tiny stones and covered the people as soon as the soldiers moved away, the smog cleared.

Aeliana knew that the pain would be doubled. When Silvanus started to move, Aeliana moved her hips away. The more he dug deeper, the piercer she could feel. Silvanus gripped her waist. His reaction was apologetic. When she felt a sense of relaxation, she signaled Silvanus. That was the signal for him to move.

The formally dressed man with Silvana handed a thick envelope to her, and then she turned her gaze to Elgar. "I have the new population data of this city," she informed, making Elgar widen his eyes. "But this data is from two months ago, and all the districts are included." Silvana placed the thick envelope in front of Elgar. "I've been searching for the girl you said is the daughter of Vanezoir and Angela, but I didn't find her name in there," Silvana informed again. Elgar stared. "How do you know her name—" "FOOL! Do you think I'm an uneducated woman! You underestimate me, Elgar!" Silvana almost hit him with her cane. "I even had to find complete data on Angela and Vanezoir so I could iden

(Aria’s Point of View) The water was still dripping from my hair, freezing against my skin, but the sight of Silvio Moretti turned my blood to solid ice. We had survived a mountain falling on our heads, crawled through a pipe of liquid shadows. But here, at the mouth of the cave, the devil was waiting to collect his due. Silvio stood like a predator in the moonlight, his silver hair gleaming and his eyes devoid of anything resembling human mercy. He held Elena so tightly against him that her feet barely touched the jagged stones. The blade of his knife was pressed deep into the soft skin of her throat.

Of course, she couldn’t allow this atrocity to happen, not to her only brother. “Amich! I’m coming!” Silvia’s hectic distress awakened something latent within her unique biology. As the rumbles of the speeding train increased to a deafening crescendo so did her speed. Silvia was rushing to save her brother as fast as she humanely could. Her heart became so overworked that it eventually stopped beating entirely. During that moment of stillness, her darkened liver started secreting green plasma throughout her endocrine system. This plasma awakened hidden properties inside her blood which exaggeratingly increased her physical potential.

The chatter of a hundred powerful wolves died down to a whisper as the massive silver-trimmed doors at the top of the staircase began to slide open. A wave of pure, shimmering silver energy rolled down the stairs, the Silver Force manifesting as a physical mist. Then, Sierra appeared. She was a vision of lethal elegance in a gown of midnight-blue silk that looked like liquid starlight. Her silver hair was swept up, exposing the long, elegant line of her neck, and the absence of Kaelen’s mark, which had been replaced by a faint, glowing sigil that pulsed with her own power.

“how high up are we?” Camila asked as she looked out of the window, at the cloud s that surrounded them. They were currently in a plane getting ready to sky dive. Cory opened the huge directory that he held but the wind that rushed into the plane was so much, when he spread the directory to see, it flew from his hands and out of the plane. Roman burst into laughter at Cory’s embarrassed face. Camila didn’t find it funny though, she sent a glare in Cory’s direction.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"