Books By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

And then, I found three different books, one was pitch color, another was burnt orange, and the last one was pure silver. I stared at the three books on the desk affectionately. If I had the time, I would have picked the three up by reading them all, but I must return back to my room before Talon’s arrival if I was not ready to witness his wrath again. My eyes shunned on the pure silver book. It looked extraordinary and unique. There was something attractive about it—maybe the color or the context. As I picked up the silver book, a chill ran down my spine. The pages were filled with cryptic messages and eerie illustrations. But one passage in particular caught my attention.

I groaned when she pulled me close and pressed her petal soft lips against mine. “Thank you, this is amazing.” She says. “Anything for you my precious jewel. Come sit down.” I replied. I pushed her chair in once she sat down then sat down in my chair. We drank and ate an appetizer as we talked. She looks absolutely stunning in her dark silver dress that dips dangerously low between her tits. It fits her like a second skin and the back dips down to just above her cushy perky ass. It falls just above her knees with a slit up both sides which stops a few inches below her waist. The waitress sets out food in front of us. I have to shift in my seat when Sapphire lets out a moan as she ta

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

I looked at him shocked, no wonder they were all shocked. “I saw her wolf in a book before. She looks exactly like the wolf,” Jared said. “What book?” Silver asked. “I once saw a book in the library. The name of the book was white Wolf. I remember thinking it was some made-up story, but I guess I was wrong,” he said. Things are becoming even more confusing now. “Can you look for the book while she gets ready for the challenge?” Silver asked. “Yes, sure,” he replied, standing up. He left the dining room with his mate running after him. Silver stood up, taking me along with him.

> Silver walks beside me with her hands in her hoodie pocket and her jaw set in that particular way that means she is performing composure for an audience of two. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I talk the whole way there. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Not about the appointment. About the karaoke night I am planning, about the costume design elective and the professor who has very strong opinions about the color orange, about whether Riley is secretly the most competitive person either of us has ever met or whether she just hides it extremely well. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Silver listens. Responds in the small, precise way she has.

Thanks to shifter agility, I duck just in time. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “You, Jarek. You are my problem. Get the fuck out!” Silver screams and chunks a jewelry box at me. I duck again and the box collides with the wall behind me and jewelry flies everywhere. ‘Crazy bitch is trying to kill us.’ Silver glares at me and searches for something else to throw. While she’s distracted, I run up and catch her in a tight bear hug. ‘Don’t hurt her, Jarek.’

Lilac's P.O.V I arrived at Silver's condo feeling emotionally drained, my thoughts tangled in a mess of feelings and confusion. The weight of the argument with Krimson lingered, the sharp words and unresolved tension echoing in my mind. It was one of those nights where being alone in my own space felt unbearable, and Silver's presence always brought a sense of comfort. As she opened the door, her expression shifted from surprise to concern upon seeing me. Silver was quick to invite me in, sensing something was off without needing to ask. Her place had this serene aura, a soothing blend of colors and warmth that immediately put me at ease.