Adam Silver With Hair Novels & Stories

I let it be the size it was. It was considerable. It was right. He looked at me. His eyes had the gold in them. Not the brief crack of gold from the ceremony hall—the gold that had been losing ground to silver from the moment he stepped forward, the gold that had been retreating before he even spoke. This was the full version. Gold all the way through, warm and settled, his wolf no longer fighting for something it had been trying to reach for eight months. His wolf had arrived. "There it is," I said.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

And something in his expression broke. “Haley,” he breathed. Relief crashed through her so violently she sobbed. Adam Adam shifted mid-stride, bones snapping back into human form as he crossed the room in three brutal steps. Blood streaked his skin—some his, most not. His hands shook as they reached for her chains. “Don’t touch the silver,” Haley rasped. “It’s—” “I know,” he said, voice breaking as he carefully pried the cuffs loose with controlled bursts of power. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Silver snapped at people in front of us not being gentle about shoving. A big guy turned to look at her. “The hell do you think you are?” He asked angrily. Silver gave a fake smile. “The name Reyes mean a thing to you?” The man stiffened and backed away immediately. His eyes then rested on my neck. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disrespect the chains.” He muttered. I furrowed my brows in confusion but Silver didn’t allow for any more questions as she led us forward, everyone else pretty much made way when they saw her red hair or Kaden’s chains.

“I am sorry about what happened this morning. Dad roughed me up enough to give me pain meds and sleeping pills. That’s what Trex tells me, anyway. I remember nothing, though. I had a vivid vision and woke up terrified.” “A vision, huh? Where I turned into an alien enchantress?” Silver rolls her eyes and starts taking clothes from hangers and putting them into separate piles on the floor. It was then I noticed the difference in her appearance. Her beautiful, long, curly brown locks spilled over her shoulders down mid-back. She always has her hair up in a ponytail. I grab her arms and spin her around to view the rest of her. She’s still wearing the black t-shirt and jeans from this morning, bu

Taking a hair strand she started twirling it around her finger, “Even when I don’t have black hair on my head, anymore? When I have this weird white colored hair …” “This is NOT weird color, Alessandra. I don’t find it weird. And by the way. Your hair is not white. It’s silver.” I tried to smile but could not make it. I wiped the moistness from my eyes because I wanted to see her face, “Yes, Alessandra. I love you with your silver hair. I swear, I would have loved you even with your bald head, Apple pie.” All this time we both had forgotten that we were not alone and had company.

And one of those might be from Atlanteans. To be frank, I don’t think silver hair is uncommon these days because there are a lot of people who dye their hair silver. After all, it is now a trend of fashion. But I guess it couldn’t hurt to be safe. My hair color would have been fine because it only had strips of silver, but as for Skyr who has silver-white hair that was too perfect to be achieved via bleaching, it was just too eye-catching.

As I walked towards the Immigration office, naturally a lot of people recognized me at once. After all, my Sliver hair is stands out a lot, as well as my uniforms, it was safe to say that in Aeternum there is no one that is even close to me when it comes to my image, styles and appearance, Yggdrasil were the only one that actually inherited my Silver Hair. Recently I come to encounter a very interesting story, that now a silver hair in Aeternum is become a symbol of royalty, and those that happened to have it were well respected, it even comes to a point where no one dares to even style the silver hair, in fears of offending Aeternums citizens and fear of being labeled an impostor. Also to t

Ever since i’ve known Tieran his hair has always been the same silver of his eyes. He even got the particular shade named after him. Tieran Silver. Tieran’s hair is a dark black. A sleek hairstyle pulls it back and frames his face in a very severe light. His eyes though…. his eyes are still the same silver they’ve always been and right now, they’re filled with so much pride when he looks at me. Something warm turns in my belly again but it ignore the feeling, and focus on the man in front of me instead.

“What do you think I’ll look like when I finally shift?” “I don’t know, bud.” I shook my head, “Could be any color!” “Well, my hair’s brown! So, my wolf will probably be brown too.” Zack shrugged. “It doesn’t work that way.” Adley chuckled, looking down at Sean in amusement. “My hair’s blonde, but my wolf is silver.” “Woah, silver?” Zack’s jaw dropped, making Adley giggle. “Can I see?” “Maybe some other time, bud.” I shook my head as we approached Gerald’s Antique shop.