Dark Silver The Hedgehog Novelas e Histórias

A beautiful woman standing behind her came forward, brandishing a dagger at the sky. She seemed to be the queen of all black magicians. "My families!! tonight will be the beginning of our triumph! We will no longer need to hide and will become stronger with their blood!" she said with a laugh and pointed at the children and captive Glaze hunters. She held up his index finger and cast a deadly magic, the violets.

"Yeah, You are the best brother." She gave him bear hug making him laugh. "Vlad!" Michelle came and Grace took back her seat and grinned at Vera. "Need to tell you something." Michelle said. "You can say it here, we are family." Grace replied. Michelle looked at Vlad and he nodded in approval. "We have noticed the presence of Italian dogs in our zones... Alexander has attacked one of our warehouse in northern side... We are expecting more, he has threatened to ruin Grace's wedding..." "What?" Vera frowned.

My wolf, growled low, his instincts rising to challenge the dominance pressing over us. Then the great black convoy broke through the mist. Horses cloaked in dark armor. Wolves, massive ones, flanked the carriages on either side. And at the center of it all, King Zed rode atop his obsidian wolf, his silver crown gleaming against his dark hair. His eyes, sharp, almost metallic green, swept over the gathered Alphas.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

“Lord God of Darkness, I’m not looking down on you, but unless you bring a whole group with you, you’ll only end up being the one he kills.” “Even if I have to bring a whole group, I will still kill him.” “How despicable.” The moment the words left my mouth, Hod swiftly drew the massive sword from his back. A flash of silver light appeared beneath his feet, and he vanished. My heart tightened. I immediately shot upward into the air. Sure enough, the instant I moved, Hod appeared exactly where I had been standing, gripping the greatsword with both hands, its blade dragging across the ground. Then he disappeared again in another flash of silver.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

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."

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

“Does that include you?” “I hope not.” Christophe’s strong features shadowed and then he shrugged. “But I wouldn’t like to make a career out of second-guessing Demis Agelastos. He loves surprising people. A pussycat one moment, a tiger the next…” “A lot like you, then,” she whispered thinking he wouldn’t hear. “At least, what you see is what you get with me.”