Danny Silver Novels & Stories

Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters. “Enough.” The elves shifted as a woman stepped forward. She was tall, her silver hair bound in intricate braids, her robes shimmering like woven starlight. Her presence was commanding, yet not cold. Her gaze fell on Kaelen, and something in her expression—sorrow, perhaps, or regret—made him shiver. “Lower your bows,” she ordered. The hunters obeyed, though reluctantly. The golden-haired elf frowned. “Lady Serenya—” She silenced him with a raised hand. “I will hear them first. If the boy is truly what I fear, we cannot let blind hatred decide his fate.”

Everything goes smoothly until elder Diane brings up the silver dragon. “Do we have any updates on the silver dragon?” “If that is all ladies and gentleman I will now be leaving.” “Derek, she is your responsibility,” says elder Conrad. “Yes, Derek you should be fully updated on her progress and what’s going on in her life,” says elder Alan

"Oh, it's just frat business baby. There's going to be an initiation ceremony tonight." "People are joining your gang?" "I don't like that word gang. It makes me look like a tout." "Um- but- you know what I mean." she said tentatively. "I do, baby. So, let's just put it this way, membership is increasing." "Okay." "Let me check what's happening downstairs. I will be with you shortly." "Okay." Donovan left her alone and she turned on her side, feeling exhausted but relieved. As Boma lay on her side, feeling the weight of exhaustion and relief settling over her, the sudden interruption of her phone ringing jolted her back to reality. Glancing at the caller ID, she froze in disbelief—it was Har

“Danny, are you going to stand and watch as someone pushes Junior? Are you still a man?” Big-bodied Danny sported an elite look. He frowned and pulled a blank face at Kaze and Winnie before uttering arrogantly, “Before I flip out, your child better apologize to my son and compensate one million prys for medical bills.”

This guy is around 6’3-’4, because I was 5’9. “I am calling up your boss and he is going to fire your ass right now, the nerve you have of coming here and talkin-” I yell at him with a thunderous voice but he cuts me off. “Just call him, I don’t have much time.” He says arrogantly with a smirk plastered across his face. I was taken off guard with his sudden change in demeanour. What the hell happened to the sweet innocent guy? I quickly made a call and Charles picked it up in one ring, because he knew how impatient I was, “Hello Danika dear, what pleas-“

Without wasting any more time, I rush to the pack’s library. It is a massive place, ancient and breathtaking. Towering shelves stretch endlessly, filled with scrolls and books bound in worn leather. The air smells of dust and wisdom, and the silence feels sacred, like the walls themselves are keeping secrets. “Lady Silver,” a guttural feminine voice calls, and I turn around. Her face lights up with a warm smile. “I’m Danny, the pack’s librarian.” I nod, gazing into her deep blue eyes. “What are you looking for? Can I help you find it?” she asks, her smile bright as ever.

There’s no blame in his voice, just certainty—a kind of trust that feels like a lifeline. I swallow, feeling the grit in my throat. “It cost me.” He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t try to soften the truth. He just lets the silence settle between us, heavy with the things that don’t need to be said. That silence is its own language, saying everything words can’t. I raise a trembling hand to my chest, fingers brushing the silver there—once bright as moonlight, now dimmed, its gleam muted but not extinguished. It’s quiet, not gone, as if it too is resting, gathering itself for whatever comes next.

It was cold, sharp, and had a history of shedding blood. I opened the study door and walked toward the grand foyer. The front doors were already open. Four men stood there, dressed in suits so black they seemed to swallow the light. But it was the man in the center who demanded the world's attention. Dante Vane was taller than the stories suggested. His hair was the color of midnight, swept back from a face that was hauntingly handsome but carved from stone. His eyes were the most striking part a piercing, unnatural silver that seemed to see right through my skin and into my soul.

His shoulders looked a little straighter now, his eyes brighter. “Guess I’m second,” Linda said, breaking the short silence. She pushed herself up and brushed her hands over her purple jersey, standing tall even though her voice wavered a little. “My name is Linda Silver,” she began, her gaze fixed somewhere on the grass in front of her. “The only daughter of Collins Silver and—” But before she could finish, Fenrik suddenly straightened, his smirk dropping off his face. “Wait,” he interrupted sharply, his voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. “You’re… a Silver? As in… your brother was Landon Silver?”

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."