Adam Silver With Hair Novels & Stories

Alpha Williams asked pointing to a small petite curly haired blonde standing next to Adam holding onto his arm silently as she watched everything unfold. "I am Casey Harris Shine daughter of Alpha Doran Harris of the Silver Hills pack." She replied. "Shes my mate." Adam smiled. "Bagged yourself an Alpha's daughter." I mind linked Adam. His smirk widened Adam linked me back "Anything you can do I can do better." was his childish singing response. "Better?" I raised an eyebrow. Adam laughed over the link "my Alpha's daughter can't crush my balls with magic" My hand automatically flew towards my manly region.

He knew the amount of beauty that was hidden beneath that cloak. "You're right," Ophelia answered, after letting her eyes sway to the left. "And since when did you have silver hair? The last time I saw you, you were a redhead," Alpha Caden pointed out, although Ophelia still looked good like this. She was beautiful in everything. Ophelia rose to her feet and removed her wig immediately, showing him her growing hair, making the man narrowed his eyes as if he was thinking about something that had to do with her. He had never seen any woman with a short hair before.

Giving Sam a look, he encourages everyone to leave the room so I can have a few minutes alone with the Alpha. Realizing the wolfsbane and silver had been tossed at Adam’s face, I can see small cuts where the silver hit his flesh. Typically, silver will burn but fortunately this was not a high dose of silver. In reality it could have blinded him had it gotten in his eyes. And there would be no amount of healing I could do to help that situation.

“My name is Kael. I’m what’s left of the Red moors.” She lowered the rifle, slowly. “You knew my name.” “I know your blood,” he said. “I smelled it before you ever stepped into the clearing. You’re one of us.” Ari’s heart pounded. “I’m not like you.” He stepped closer. “Not yet. The Silver Pact lives in your veins.” She shook her head in disagreement, Kael looked past her, toward the arch. “Doesn’t matter. The pact was signed generations ago. You’re bound by it whether you want to be or not.”

One of the senior warriors near the champagne table shifted his weight like he was calculating distance and exits at the same time. The man wasn’t as tall as Jax. Leaner. Built for something sharper than pure force. Dark blond hair cut close. Even from across the room his eyes looked pale in a way that didn’t belong to ordinary wolves, not gold, not amber, something closer to silver that seemed lit from behind. My mother exhaled beside me, and the sound carried that particular brightness she reserved for people she thought could be useful. “Alpha Adrian,” she said. “Silver Hollow. Oh, Viktor. This is good.”

Cayden came to me and held my hand, leading me to the carriage. We had barely stepped out of the room when we saw silver, still in his sports outfit munching on a bag of chips. “What have you guys been doing in there? I almost fell asleep.” “You.” I took a look at his ever bright eyes as he licked the spicy red sauce off his fingers. What the hell? “Shut up.” Cayden could not even be bothered. “Is that what you are putting on?” “Yes.” Silver nodded. “What's wrong with the outfit? Isn't it cute?” Silver proudly showed it off, pushing aside his pack of chips. “Look, I spent a lot of money to have the crest branded on it.”

If she’d seen that silver streak in his hair, she would never have chosen him to kiss. Very few people in the world carried a silver streak like the one he had. It marked him as a Damaron. Now that she was looking at him again, she didn’t know how she’d missed it. The silver streak was remarkable for its prominence in his dark brown hair. Perhaps when she’d first seen him, that part of his head had been in shadows. Or maybe she’d made her decision too fast after catching a glance at his face. Dumb, Dani. Very, very dumb.

Her words hit me like silver bullets to the heart. Each syllable was a dagger twisting in my chest. "You don't mean that," I whispered, refusing to believe it. "I do," she said firmly. "Leave me alone and stop bothering me." But I refused to give up. I held her tighter, pressing my lips to the top of her head. Then I noticed something that shocked me to my core. Streaks of silver ran through her chestnut hair. My breath caught in my throat. Silver hair was a sign of profound grief in werewolves, a physical manifestation of unbearable pain.

His silver hair. I had never seen a man with such a bright shade of silver hair. And it didn't make him less masculine, like it would have done to any other man. If anything, I had never come across someone who exuded the kind of power and aura I felt around him. The bastard was devilishly handsome, and he had great amount of power and Influence too.

It already worn out but I always keep it clean. I took a small brush under the mattress and started to brush my silver hair. Not everyone in this pack has Silver hair I guessed, because some even address me as the Omega with silver hair. I looked at my hair. I'm sure she hated it because it looks ugly. It looks dull and the curl in the end of it always got tangled. It pained me to brush it too often so I often tied it into a pony tail or a bun. I let my hair down and it surprised me when it reach my waist now.