Books By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

I whispered, dropping to my knees beside him. His eyes fluttered open. Focused on my face with obvious effort. "Calla?" His voice was barely audible. "How..." "Shh. Don't talk. We're getting you out of here." Eden and Rikka appeared beside me, medical supplies in hand. Eden's face went white when she saw the extent of his injuries. "Silver poisoning," she said grimly. "It's bad." Behind us, the fight was ending. The vampires cursed and snarled as they retreated deeper into the forest. Jordan's half-shifted form was covered in their blood, his fury still radiating through the air.

Since she had no clue what even Silver was talking about, she couldn’t comment. “He will be fine. He is an Alpha King, he will come back soon,” Zion held Silver’s hand to calm her down. “But what did you do to him? What did you do, Silver?” Layla had her voice toned down, but it was because she was filling herself with energy. “I did nothing. He wanted me to help him, so I did.” it offended Silver that Layla always took her actions wrong. She had always accused her when Silver’s intentions were just pure.

Jordyn straightened her clothes, intently staring at the door. She couldn’t believe that Jayce just left her like that. ‘What the hell was that?’ Silver whined. ‘Why didn’t you ask him to stay?’ ‘It’s not like any of us know what we are doing.’ Vivian remarked. ‘I do, it’s instinct.’ Silver complained. ‘I don’t get it, is there something wrong with me?’ Jordyn interrupted their bickering.

It wasn’t macho; it was math. Silver came later, in a windowless room with a table and a locked case, not as a thrill but as a lecture with props. With a gloved hand, Todd laid a handful of objects on a cloth—cutlery, jewelry, a small bar that looked like nothing—and told me the truth: how silver bites wolves, why it does, what it represents to them, and how it turns from defense to cruelty faster than you think if you wield it like a fantasy. He let me hold the bar with gloves, feel the wrong chill of it, then put it away. “Last resort,” he said. “The line that ruins a dinner table if you cross it for sport.” I nodded. I got it. Some power you respect by not touching.

We had not marked each other, so my death might not kill him. I hope it doesn’t. I also hope Jonathan doesn’t lose Jaci either. Bloodmoon still needs him. They need their Delta. Demonclaw needs him, or at least Luna Anka and those infected need him. He’s their last chance at a cure. The world needs him if I’m being honest. Where would the world be without Silvercloud? I know the company could probably keep going without him, but I am certain that most of the more inventive and life-changing inventions from Silvercloud are from his mind. “Yes. Morbid. You are not dead.” The strange voice tisked. “Jonathan Silvercloud is also not dead. And I am not the Goddess. You have a strange way of thinki

I was drawn to his voice but I struggled against it. I wasn’t a killer. I didn’t crave violence and blood and death. Did I? I whipped my head towards Jake. There must have been something in my eyes, something ominous, because Jake dropped his hand and recoiled. “This is who you really are,” Silver said. “Embrace it, Johnson. Embrace your true self. Stop struggling. Give in. I promise you won’t regret it.” Silver’s voice was steady and hypnotic. I found myself nodding along.

he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. I returned his gaze, feeling a surge of determination coursing through me. "What I want is justice," I replied firmly, my tone unwavering. "Lyra betrayed you, Silver. She kept this secret from you, from all of us. And I know you had feelings for her." Silver sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I thought she was going to give me a chance," he muttered, his voice tinged with regret. I placed a comforting hand on his arm, offering him a small smile. "She doesn't care about you," I reassured him, my voice gentle but firm. "She only cares about herself. But I can give you what she didn't."

Loire's POV Silver's penthouse looked exactly the same with the leather couch and the abstract art on the walls and the view of Central Park that used to take my breath away back when I thought we'd look at it together forever. I stood in the doorway and didn't take my shoes off like I used to. "Come in." Silver closed the door behind me and he'd changed into jeans and a white shirt without the suit and without the armor. "Want a drink?" "No." I dropped Frank's folder on the coffee table. "You said you had something to show me."

Maya screamed over the wind. The shadow-man turned, his black eyes widening as Maya didn't run away. Instead, she sprinted toward the Altar, putting every ounce of her Brooklyn-bred spite into a desperate leap. She didn't aim for Julian. She aimed for the cage. As she flew through the air, she slammed the obsidian fragment directly into the core of the Silver Moonstone. The world went silent. A shockwave of pure, blinding white light erupted from the point of contact. The violet lightning shattered like glass. Julian let out a final, soul-piercing shriek as the stolen power was yanked back toward the Altar, dragging his essence with it.