Books By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

Damien answered with a smile. "That's sweet." Damien let out a short laugh, "Don't get fooled by Silver. He might behave in a goofy way but that's because he wants the person to let their guard down in front of him. Silver is the one who does not forgive easily." With a frown, I looked at the fountain outside. The rays of the sun were dancing in the water and the loud chirping of the birds was bringing music to the garden as they danced here and there. The scene was bringing joy to my heart. It was great not to be surrounded by the same walls.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

He looked at Vhagar with a mix of confusion and pure, unadulterated panic. “Yeah, that is my condition, fight like a human without magic,” Vhagar said to him clearly enjoying the show. Viktor stood there, paralyzed by the realization that he was truly alone in his own skin. He looked down at his hands as if they were foreign objects, then back at Ashley, who was still moving toward him with a quiet, terrifying confidence. Without his magic, he looked older, smaller, and much more vulnerable. The warriors of the Silver Fang began to form a wide circle, their eyes fixed on the two figures in the center. There was no cheering, no shouting—only the heavy, expectant silence of people waiting for

That silver thread connecting me to my source. The power flowed into me. I let it build until my skin glowed with soft light. Then I focused. Three streams of silver energy shot from my hands. They curved through the air and struck all three targets simultaneously. The targets exploded. The crowd went completely silent. "That is what a Lunar wolf can do," Kade said into the silence. "That is why the strays at our borders are interested in her. That is why I am training her. And that is why she remains under my protection until the threat is eliminated."

The air shimmered with latent magic, words hanging like dew. Ari raised her staff, channeling a stabilizing ring of energy. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady though her heart pounded. “The world is rewriting itself because the pact we made the Silver Pact was never meant to last forever. It was a bridge between silence and renewal. Iluren has crossed that bridge, and now so must we.” A young adept stood. “And what are we crossing into?” Siran answered for her. “A conversation that has no end.”

At that exact microsecond, Jordan feels like the entire hall is spinning gleefully around his head like a wild forest carousel. He parts his teeth, about to speak a smooth word to my white shirt, but Harvey Jupiter forcefully butts his heavy chest right into the middle of our circle. "You actually know Master Franklin's name, Jordan?" "Yeah." Jordan happily meets Harvey’s annoyed gaze, his voice dropping into a quiet, whispering frequency as he leans his head closer to his brother's shoulder. "He is the true silver-eyed goddess—the exact supreme warrior that my tongue told you guys about last moon. My claws are going to pursue his heart for my nest."

The room went dead silent. Darkson turned and walked toward the door. “Rest,” he said without looking back. “Tomorrow, the game begins.” The door closed behind him. Marvin sat back down slowly, his body trembling—not from pain, but from excitement. “This time,” he muttered, eyes burning with hatred, “you won’t walk away, Jordan.” ---- At the Academy Library The academy library was silent, wrapped in thick shadows and the scent of old parchment. Tall shelves stretched endlessly, filled with ancient books and forbidden scrolls. Only a few lanterns were lit, casting dim golden light across the tables.

A ghost who was guiding my hand from beyond the grave. I picked up the book. It was an old copy of The Master and Margarita. My favorite. Our favorite. Of course. I ran my thumb over the embossed cover. This was it. The weapon. The key. I tucked the book and the letter into my jacket and walked out of the vault, my head high. I was halfway across the marble floor of the bank lobby when I saw him.

The quicker I got to him, the better. Someone threw me to the ground, and I rolled, bringing the sword close to my body. I stopped extending my arm to attack when I noticed it was Jordan in human form. He was cradling his arm while his slashed skin was slowly stitching itself back with our Lycan healing ability. He was as confused as I was, which made me think he hadn’t expected the silver either.