Books By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

I read on; “Their wolf forms are larger than the average wolf. They are faster and possess a healing ability that regenerates at the rate of a hundred.” Wow! They must be incredibly powerful, I thought. I wondered if these Silver Bloods were real, though. I’d never heard of them before. Then again, I’d never heard of much outside the Raven Falls pack until I arrived here. I read a little more before I reached the end. It was a fascinating story, but I couldn’t understand why the book was in the history section. I didn’t really believe in Silver Bloods, but the idea was intriguing. After placing the book back on the shelf, I walked out of the history section and made my way to the fiction sec

Was there an attack? The council has been concerned about Elle’s latest moves, especially now that the Willowa and Diamond Claw packs have been given a portion of Silver Run in return for their original land. Silver Run is the largest and richest territory in the United States, it’s the size of Pennsylvania and she’s just trading it for other alpha’s territory. It’s unheard of and it’s got the council terrified. Could they have attacked? Both Silver Run and New Moon are exceptional warriors, but we could never win against Council warriors. Every single one is half feral, their wolves forced to suppress their mate bond. A wolf denied their mate is dangerous.

“But meaning’s cheap when grief does the scheduling.” Mr. O’Rourke laid his palms on the worn wood. “This place doesn’t just sell books, Silver. It remembers them. It remembers everyone who’s touched them. That memory gets… layered.” He gestured around the shop: the leaning towers of literature, the cracked ceiling, the stubborn bell. “We guide it. Keep the binding tight.” “Guide it,” I repeated, flat. “Like… magic.” Mrs. Finch’s eyes softened at the word. “Like magic,” she said. “Or prayer with better results.”

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It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

Silver didn’t think that she would ever be able to find her way around the house by herself. Walking up to the door at end of the hallway, Jared knocked softly at the door on the left, waiting patiently until a muffled ‘come in’ sounded from within. Silver could hear the sound of her heart in her ears. Closing her eyes to take a deep breath, before opening them and coming in right after Jared.

"Yes, sweet, my child I am the moon goddess and I created the Lycans but because of their greed, I was forced to take the spirit of the Lycans away and make them ordinary werewolves. My heart bled that very day I did so. It was too painful for me to witness but I had to do what was right. I was so grieved that I gave them a way out against the wishes of the other goddesses and gods. They believed it was undeserved because my children were the cause of the war, to begin with." "A savior will be born 10,000 years to come; she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. Only through her can the prop

Kaden’s POV I was fine with Silver’s big mouth until he started talking to Elara. As it turned out, there was a lot in the field of elemental theory that I did not realize could make for an interesting two-hour conversation. Elara had not even glanced at me once in the last thirty minutes. “They always say fire and water complement each other so I was thinking,” Silver said. “If your fire met my water, it would produce steam, right?” “Well, yes, if I control the temperature of the fire well enough.”

It curled around him like a question that had learned patience, like something afraid of being rejected again. Liora sat nearby, a book open in her hands. She hadn’t turned a page in over an hour. “You don’t have to listen anymore,” she said gently, though her voice trembled despite her effort to steady it. Silver shook his head slowly. “If I stop listening,” he said, “it gets louder.” Draven entered the room then, his presence shifting the air like a blade being drawn. He crouched to Silver’s level, gaze steady, unyielding. “Does it hurt?”