Adam Silver With Hair Novels & Stories

It was what looked like a silver knife. “Meagan had those made for me,” she said, playing with the knife, “she saw my wrists after my time in chains and she decided to test a theory. Apparently it is the highest grade silver a weapon can hold.” I was getting more confused by the minute, so Kaeleigh wasn’t affected by silver? She was still looking at Elaina and Jeremy. “The funny thing is Adam seemed to be confident that I was being lied to about who I actually was,” she went and stood behind the two of them.

Jack uses his Alpha voice with her. "I am Sienna Mendetta, but everyone calls me Silver." Silver introduces herself. Sienna? I never knew that was her real name. I knew Silver was just a nickname, I never asked what her real name is. "Why does everyone call you Silver, Sienna?" He questions her more. "My hair. It's a birth defect in my family, all girls are born with silver hair." Jack nods. I walk over to Silver, "It was amazing seeing you again. I'll visit you soon." I state. "I bet you will." Silver laughs. I smile at her and mouth 'thank you'. She mouthes 'you're welcome' back.

If I were to pick, I would have chosen the red dress for myself, but they had insisted the white gown was more perfect for me. “Your silver hair is what you should be worried about.” She commented, not bothering to spare anyone a glance as she focused on her dress. “That psychopath cousin of mine is currently obsessed with silver hair. Imagine walking into the venue with silver hair. You're announcing to the world that you’re Craig's mate.” I slumped onto the chair. I had carefully planned everything, but my mind had escaped my hair. Phina cursed. “Yeah, I remember him claiming the Silver wolf as his during that breakfast on the rooftop.”

It does not faze my mind, regardless, as everyone would still feel my wrath one day when I gain my powers. “Please settle in, little thing.” Calls Kade at me as soon as his eyes settles on my frame. “Oh, right. Some things just won’t change.” I mutter inside my own mind, as I step forward and settle down on a random chair. Taking in the presence in the room, I see a new figure with the triplets. It’s a man with dyed silver hair, streaming down his back till they reach his shoulders and he’s packed them carefully with a rubber band, I’m guessing.

The girl’s bone thin hand trembles as she reaches up and slides the hat off. She clutches it in front of herself with both hands but doesn’t look up at me. Her greasy hair is in a bun on top of her head, but not tied off with an elastic. She bows her head, causing her long, greasy locks to cascade over her back and shoulders. “Shut the door!” Justice howls in a panic. This can’t be real. I blink hard and look again. This girl’s hair is sparkling silver. It’s not gray or salt and pepper like an elderly person. It’s silver. That’s impossible. Isn’t it?

A single figure emerged. She was tall, her frame strong but graceful, her hair a mane of black threaded with silver. Her eyes glowed bright amber, piercing through Kaelen as if stripping him bare. She wore no armor, only a cloak of fur across her shoulders, and her hands ended in claws that gleamed faintly in the dim light. “You walk dangerous ground, elf,” she said, her voice a growl tempered with authority. Then her gaze shifted to Kaelen, lingering on the faint glow beneath his skin. “And you bring with you the fire.”

As tears flowed through his deep blue eyes, he folded his fingers and pulled his hand down. His messy hair was shining in the moonlight. Silver was rather short for a 15-year-old boy, 4 ft. 3 inches. He also had a distinct but small scar just above his left eyebrow. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a bird symbol on the back and grey pants. A black bracelet with a single glass-like white stone encircled his left wrist. His name was Silver, just like his hair.

He was still all smiles, exchanging witty and funny words with Adele, while Silver sat in the back, throwing in a few comments here or there. Arriving at the resort, the father and daughter watched Adele step down from the car and waved them goodbye as they drove away. Now, with the father and daughter sitting alone in the car, an awkward silence consumed them for minutes before Silver broke the silence. “Adele brushed my hair this morning.” Silver’s voice was small but deliberate, almost too calm for the weight of what she said. Her gaze lingered on the back of her father’s head, searching for the smallest twitch of reaction. “And she took a sample of my hair, thinking I didn’t notice.”

I told her. She ran her hand in her long white-blonde hair, "Don't mention it to anyone," She felt pretty worried. "Alright," I sighed, "I like your hair. Mine are not silky." I ran my hand in my hair. They are very long, dark brown with auburn shining, but not silky. "You don't need to feel bad." Silver chuckled. "Stop smelling my emotions, Silver." I wandered my gaze around the lawn. She led her to the cafeteria.

he comments at the sight of me, backing up a few steps. His eyes are wide, that piercing glacial blue. His hair is silver, glinting off the light above him, entwined with the slightest hint of mint green. I'm used to him wearing a hat of some kind, to hide his physical infliction that brings so much attention to him.