El Silvon 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.

Hi everyone. Happy new month(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I'm just going to keep this short. If you love "His silent voice" then you're gonna love it even more as we now dive into Kyle's chapter of both his past and his master. Curious, aren't we? Yeah, so am I if that makes sense😂.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

Then, with a flick of his hand The charge began. The clash was immediate. Steel rang out. Arrows flew. Ryker’s small force held the high ground, dropping fire from above, cutting through confusion. Tavin fought like a beast, Elna’s knives flashing between ribs and throats. Kael went down, but not before taking three with him. Ryker found Silas in the center, sword gleaming. They met with a thunderous crash—blade to blade, breath to breath. “You should have run,” Silas growled.

He let his gaze wander over the crowd. "Her name is Alissa, and she's over by the fireplace." Samantha nodded towards the fireplace. "If you'll excuse me then, I just want to get a quick drink." He grinned at the two with a wink and turned around. Immediately his expression petrified. He didn't like playing spoiled, easy-going brother, but he just had to give that impression. He went straight to Alissa. "Hi!" He greeted her, put the empty glass on the tray that she was still holding and took a new one. "Today you have to make sure that I always have a glass in my hand." He whispered close to her ear and turned her so that he could see the Masons. Hendrik was talking to Sven Kammerfeld, a ban

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

"Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?" Dr. Riley sighed. “True, wolfsbane doesn't kill, but silver does—at least when left for a longer period in the bloodstream." I took the other tube from his hand and surveyed it. "But there isn't any silver here. How would they have gotten silver?" I questioned. “There is, in that one, if you look closely," he gestured for the tube in Harry's grip, the one that contained the wolfsbane we had seen earlier. Harry raised the tubes against the sun while he squinted. "I do see something in it, but barely."

Sinclair cusses, surprise laced through his voice and I moan, struggling to keep my eyes open as he draws back and smashes in; his cock squeezing me promptly and touching so fucking deep inside. "Oh, Sinclair! Oh, fuck! It feels so fucking good. " I cry and Sinclair holds his palm over my mouth; silencing my moans. "You have to be fucking quiet, Little Greene. Do you understand?" He queries and I hum; the sound muffled against his palm. "Good. This is gonna be fast and different from last time. Let me know if it's too much so I can stop. " He says and I nod. As if I'm ever gonna ask him to stop? No fucking way in hell.

The current South Light was no longer like how it was in the past, where it would shake whenever that man stomped his feet even only slightly. Three years had passed. The times had changed! Leon Silva analyzed the situation carefully as he played with his jade ring. From his point of view, no matter how arrogant and capable Harvey was, death was final! Nonetheless, he did not voice out his thoughts. They may be standing on the Silva family’s turf today, but he was the legendary Prince Silva. He couldn’t be bothered to exchange nonsensical words with a nobody. Meanwhile, Harvey took a step forward and casually waved his hand. Instantly, both George and Old Niner kept their mouths shut and sto

"Help yourself." Silas walked into the kitchen, his movements silent on the herringbone floors. He picked up a bone-china cup and poured himself a dark stream. He didn't add sugar. He didn't add cream. He drank it black, the steam fogging his silver-rimmed spectacles. "Vincenzo is a man of many talents," Silas said, leaning against the marble island. "But his taste in 'consultants' is what puzzles the Don. Most men in his position choose a woman for her silence. He seems to have chosen you for your noise."