Books By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

“Because the fire they fear… it’s the same fire that can burn them to ash. Let me fight beside you, and you’ll see it.” Lyra’s amber eyes narrowed. For a heartbeat, silence weighed heavy—then she barked a short, sharp laugh. “Bold. Foolish, perhaps. But bold.” Her pack stirred restlessly, growling low. Lyra silenced them with a flick of her clawed hand. “Very well, fire-born. You and your moon-eyed companion will walk with us. But understand this—” Her voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “If your flames touch my kin, I will tear out your heart before your fire can burn me.”

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.

The dawn light filtered through the thin curtains of Elara’s small cabin, painting the wooden walls in pale gold. She had not slept. How could she? The weight of her decision pressed down on her like the mountains themselves, heavy and unyielding. She sat on the edge of her narrow bed, fingers tracing the worn leather cover of her mother’s journal. The book was her most precious possession—pages filled with Selene’s elegant script, detailing herbs, rituals, and cryptic notes about bloodlines that Elara had never fully understood. “Silver runs deep,” one entry read. “But silver bends before it breaks.” Elara wondered if her mother had known this day would come.

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."

Well, even more reasons they should die, no one should know my face or gender, yet. By the time Jonah came to me, the last warrior was being held in a chokehold and I slammed him on his own sword. “I feel useless.” He sighed. “Wanna be useful? Help clean this up. This place is close to a market and people will flip seeing this much blood.” I noted. Jonah folded his hands. “What are you doing around here?” I narrowed my eyes at him, and marched to him, my both hands covered with blood. “Don’t ask, Jonah. I’m Your Silver, I can be anywhere.”