Debra Silverman: Books Novels & Stories

But standing there now, with her gaze darting anywhere but me, I understood why they spoke. She was no longer the shadow that moved through the Alpha house unseen. She had become light itself, subtle, but impossible to ignore once it touched you. And I, Alpha of this pack, should not have been looking at her the way I was. She bent quickly, reaching for the cloth she'd dropped, but her hands shook. In her haste, the silver polish jar beside the chair tipped, rolling across the stone floor. The sound echoed louder than it should have. Instinct, or something deeper, moved me before I thought. I crossed the room, water dripping from my skin, and bent down just as she reached for the jar. Our ha

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

Damien said as he began to walk away. “It is a pity that you are at this stage of your life where anyone can easily manipulate you, it's like being led by the blind. I hope you never forget what I've thought you, to listen to your heart” Sir Silver said. Damien paused as he looked at Sir silver who hoped he'd have a change of mind but it was of no use. He knew what was in his heart and he was going to do just that. “Look this luxuryy you've given to yourself” Aby said as they sat in the spa room waiting for the masseuse.

Immediately I dropped Carmen gently on the bed and wiped her lips, I turned to Silver for answers. Silver started, pulling out his favorite collection of books. I always wondered why Silver had such a book since it had no particular aura to it. It was not even fortified, just a random notebook that looked scribbled by a child. “I always loved nature,” Silver touched the pages of the book with so much yearning and melancholy. “When I was eighteen, I got obsessed with nature, not just love. I would go out of my way and make a trip to forests, climb mountains, go cave diving and just document it.”

I’m quickly snapped out of my thoughts. “I hope you don’t mind, high heels can be torture and I haven’t properly broken them in.” She gave me another quick once over. I can’t tell what she is thinking, she smiles slightly. “It's nice to meet you. My name is Samantha Serene Silver and I am the Alpha of the SilverFang pack.” She clasped her hands in front of her. “And you are?”

XOXO Emma Taylor THE ENTIRE SILVER RUN SERIES BOOK ONE- Possessing My Alpha- Completed- Elle & Damon *Previously known as Possessive Mates* BOOK TWO- Possessing My Mate- Completed - Nora/Xander & Theo/Andrew BOOK THREE- Possessing The Gamma- TBA (august 2023)- Charity's Story. BOOK FOUR- Title TBD- TBA 2023/24- Simon's story BOOK FIVE- Title TBD- TBA 2024- Charles (Damon's Dad story)

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

"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

"Debra is a language genius, a woman who got her master's degree at seventeen. She's not stupid." The moment Debra secured that piece of land, he sensed her determination. Things started to get more interesting. The next day, at noon, Debra leaned against the window, reading a finance book. Sophie knocked on the door, reporting, "Madam, the dressmaker and stylist are here. Is this the right time for you?" "Is there something?" Debra asked. "Don't you attend the family banquet tonight?" Debra frowned. There had been too much going on these days, and she almost forgot about going back to her family tonight.