Amy X Silver Novels & Stories

“Amich I said stop. You’re no match for that creature. Instead of doing something that will make the others notice us, come and help me out. I’m losing too much blood.” “Huh?” Amich realized that Silvia was getting very pale due to the amount of blood she was losing. He cast away his vengeance and ran over to her aid. With his partial transformation still active, he lowered his head over Silvia’s leg and bit into flesh deeply with his silver fangs. This stopped the bleeding and infected her leg with portions of the Lycanthropy virus. “That’s good Amich. Keep your fangs inside me while I attempt to heal myself.” While Amich’s fangs were still burrowed inside her leg, Silvia eased herself forw

However, I refused to have one, which was solace because I had no plan to meet my mate. Growing up in solitude is the finest thing ever, not because I hate to have friends but because that's the best way to preserve my life. To evade interactions and obscure my existence from the vicious cubs. Honestly, I have one friend, just one friend. His name is Matt. He is the Beta of the Sprew Moon Pack, but I had no idea who was the Alpha and Omega of their pack. Well, knowing their information wasn't my cup of tea. I am a silver werewolf, and our breed was rare because of our extraordinary ability to heal the physical state of the werewolves. Our blood was highly versatile. We could dedicate it to s

Amari replied with a smile. Alexander suspiciously eyed her as they both moved towards the center of the bedroom. Amari held eye contact with Alexander while she cracked and stretched her fingers. Ever since she developed an immunity to silver, her strength had returned. She prayed she wouldn't hurt Alexander too bad. He was a proud wolf and she prepared herself, knowing that defeat would hurt his feelings. "On three," Alexander said, putting himself in a battle stance. "On three," Amari agreed with a nod of her head. "One..."

Not even when they discussed her cycle like a breeding chart. And that… disturbed him more than he could articulate. Xavier had expected fear. Or at least discomfort. Most women in their world learned early how to wear a mask. But this one? She didn’t even blink. Her stillness wasn’t practiced—it was engraved. She wasn’t hiding her thoughts. She wasn’t thinking anything at all. She had been emptied out. Conditioned, no doubt. Raised for this moment like a lamb raised for slaughter. The thought turned his stomach. But the worst part?

She looked panicked, as if I were about to hurt her. Peter's expression soured as he glared at me. "What are you up to now?" I didn't utter a word in response and tried hard to control the slight tremor coursing through my body. In the next moment, I took off the engagement ring I had once treasured more than anything and slid it onto Sammy's finger. All I had to say was, "Congratulations on finding Sammy again. I'm just returning what doesn't belong to me anymore."

Jax moaned on the other side of me, his dick swelling in my hand and then bursting, showering my other hand with cum, shooting it so far it left ropy strings all over my chest. I cried out, shuddering with astonished delight, my pussy clamping down on their Silver’s fingers, a delicious flutter that spread outward from my pelvis in pulsing waves. My tongue darted out to lick Jax’s cum off the tip of his cock and he smiled. “Bad girl.” Jax looked at Silver, who was watching us with great interest, a hungry longing in the eyes behind his mask. “You know, buddy, she may need two men around just to keep her out of trouble.”

she glares at the screen, shaking her head. Don't care, I'm not your friend. So sissy, can I day him? Knock yourself out You mean let him knock her out.” Amara teases, laughing a little too hard at her joke. I don't plan on laughing but the louder her laughter gets the bigger my smile grows. “Bye,” Silver rolls her eyes, unphased by Amara's joke or maybe it went over her head. “I have to go shopping and book flights. Love you”

I informed him. I expected Mr. Silver to be shell-shocked, but he wasn’t, and that worried me a little. “You are not surprised,” I observed out loud. “No, and that is because I found out that she has been playing games with me for years,” Mr. Silver responded coldly. “My worry now is Alexa,” he said. I nodded in agreement. “How do we get her to see Donald Shell for who he is?” I asked Mr. Silver.

"He's sexy. A certifiable sexy silver fox." I watch a smirk find the guy's mouth as he makes her a new martini. Maybe I need to drink mine to take the edge off. So I toss back half of it and wait for it to warm my body a little before I take another sip. "I suppose, if you like that kind of thing," I remark, shrugging. Of course, I think he's a certifiable sexy silver fox, one I'd gladly fuck over and over again because he strikes me as someone who knows how to pleasure a woman in every way she deserves. And dare I say, he could probably do better than Jackson, but I can't dock Jackson until we actually fuck. Then I'd have something to base these thoughts on.

Immediately, I showed the file to Sable. “Alpha Rayan Saxe. Interesting name. What do we know about Silver Valley?” she asked. “I’ve never heard of Silver Valley. Let’s look it up.” I said as I started clicking away at the laptop. After a few minutes, we located some cursory information about Silver Valley. The Alpha there is Rami Saxe. He is the first-born Alpha there. Rayan is the second born, which I already knew. “I don’t see anything that stands out. They support their pack with masonry. They are settled near a quarry. They even have a website where you can order. If he is on the straight and narrow, then maybe we should look into some of his products.” I said.