Books By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

"If the child is a Primal Heir, the silver will prove it. If you are just a mutation, the silver will burn the corruption out of you. Either way, the Council wins." He didn't use the knife on me. He took the excess length of the silver chains and began to drape them across my belly. The weight was heavy. The cold was absolute. "You think this scares me?" I asked, my voice trembling, though not from fear. The silver was touching me now. It was sinking into the pores of my skin. "It should," Torin said. "Silver is the Moon's judgment. A Dud like you should be screaming by now. Your flesh should be melting."

I ordered. She nodded and disappeared with some of the gammas who were patrolling the forest. “Can we go home now?” Silver asked, her bottom lip jetting out in a pout. Silver didn’t usually pout like this, but I classified it as her feeling vulnerable and weak after she was kidnapped for the second time. I’m sure she was just tired. I smiled at her, wrapping my arms around her waist, ignoring my wolf who was growing tense. I pressed my lips to hers, allowing my tongue to explore her open mouth. She breathed me in, melting into me and I loved the effect that I had on her.

Daniel POV "I swear to God, Daniel, I saw Zyra. She came out of a car and attacked me," Silver said. "I don't think you know what you're saying," I told her. "Zyra should have been gone by now. If she wasn't, why hasn't she come back to me?" Silver's face tightened. "I just told you I saw her and that's the best you can say? You think I'm stupid? You think I'm seeing things?" She pointed to her neck. "Look, my neck is empty.

The wind shifted over the village of Brindlemark, carrying with it the smell of rain, woodsmoke, and something metallic that Kaelen Thorne could not place. He sat hunched over his desk in the loft of his small home, the flame of a beeswax candle throwing long shadows over the cluttered parchment and ink stains. His spellbook lay open to a page on fire wards, though his eyes had drifted long ago from the curling runes. Instead, the margins were filled with sketches of forests, stars, and faces he had never seen but always dreamed of—sharp features, pointed ears, and hair that shimmered like moonlight.

It felt as if the very moment I opened my mouth to make things difficult for Lilith, he stood ready to launch an attack against me. However, I said nothing, only offering a calm nod. “You look quite good in it, so just keep it.” Anyway, I had no intention of showing up at that marking ceremony. Under their astonished stares, I went back to my room and locked the door behind me. I pulled out a document folder. Inside was a map I obtained by selling off my jewelry. In my past life, I yearned deeply for the freedom of the south, especially the legendary Forgotten Pack, which was formed by wanderers. There were even private academies there that taught magic and alchemy.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

The faint scent of silver drifted from them, a trick he used to test a wolf's endurance against pain. Carla's confidence flickered. She swallowed hard but tried to mask it with a smirk. "You want us to fight?" "No," Alpha Archer said, his tone as sharp as flint. "Both of you will stand there to endure." The warriors fastened the chains lightly around our wrists, not enough to wound, but enough that the silver stung faintly where it touched skin. My pulse raced as the burn bit into me, searing and cold at once. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound.

He had until noon to make this go away and it was just ten minutes away. Don Silver noticed the conflict in his eyes. He clearly understood the dilemma Salvatore was in. Kian,his grandson was not one any father would want for his daughter.His ruthlessness in business extended to the women he came across. He had no ounce of emotion whatsoever for them.He was going to have his head if he found out that he was arranging a marriage for him.

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

Cassian says, gentler now, pushing off the frame. "And it's your wolf they need up there. A silver reads old blood and bad magic the way the rest of us read a fresh trail. Whatever's driving those rogues, you'll scent it before anyone. The Silver is a story in Thornridge, Aria. A title. Nobody up there is going to look at a legend and see a Hollis runt."