Elsie Silver Chestnut Springs Series Novels & Stories

she asked, her green eyes—so like mine—wide with excitement. "Not today, sweetheart. We need to get to the resort." I smoothed her hair gently. "Maybe another time." She pouted briefly before returning to her game. I caught Ethan watching us, his expression unreadable. When our eyes met, he looked away. The car continued its journey, and I returned to my silent contemplation of the passing scenery. Silver Springs Resort was as beautiful as I remembered. Nestled among ancient trees with views of mist-covered mountains, the elegant buildings seemed to grow naturally from the landscape.

Not when the throne's shadow loomed so tantalizingly close. - Miles away, in the quiet hearth-lit home of Silvermist village, Linda sat by the window, her knitting forgotten in her lap. The full moon's glow had kept her vigil, worry etching deeper lines into her face as she prayed for her son's safety. Elian—her brave, gentle boy—thrust into a world of curses and kings she could scarcely comprehend.

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.

She's somewhere far away from this room, from this conversation, from me. Later that evening Riley tries. I know because I'm in the hallway coming back from the bathroom when she knocks on Silver's door, two mugs in one hand and a short stack of movies balanced against her forearm. I watch from the doorway, staying quiet. Riley's voice is warm and careful, pitched to comfort. "I brought hot chocolate. And I have The Princess Bride, You've Got Mail, whatever you want." Silver says no.

Chapter One Hundred Fourteen Elsie POV The dining room was bright, too bright, the morning sun streaming through the tall windows and casting harsh light across the polished table. Silver gleamed. China clinked. The scent of fresh bread and roasted meat filled the air, but Elsie's stomach churned with something that had nothing to do with hunger.

She looked like a ghost that had been caught in a fire. The silver twin said, "The logic is wrong the survival of June is tied to the heart of the Engineer if he falls her mind will collapse I must change the plan." Benson grunted, "Are you going to help us or just talk?" The silver twin did not answer with words. Instead she reached into her chest and pulled out a glowing silver wire. She wrapped it around Bensons waist. She tied the end to a section of the university wall that was still solid.

Elena The clearing was silent. Above us, the moon had risen—full, pale, watching. The trees formed a circle of ancient limbs, shadowed and still. This was no ritual passed down by the elders. No choreographed ceremony to celebrate some happy, destined moment. This was raw. Real. Ours. Silas stood in front of me, moonlight catching the silver in his eyes. His shoulders were tense, his breath slow, like he was holding something back. “Are you sure?” he asked. His voice was low, rough. Vulnerable.

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.

The High Council and Esmeralda, the white witch, and a powerful priestess would be present. "Penny for your thoughts, Rie?" Alexandria nudged her shoulder. Grinning knowingly. Rie blushed. Damn, she-wolf! She must have heard or smelt what happened earlier today. "I would prefer diamonds," she answered cheekily. She swore Alexie and Anna knew everything. Only Mish was unaware of what's going on. Well, with anything sexual that is. "Hmmm, diamonds then." She draped her slender arm on Rie's shoulder, hugging her side. "Seriously, are you okay, sis?"

“This healer. Tell me everything you know.” He blinked, taken aback by the tone more than the question. “I…I just passed through, my lord. Silver Glen’s a week north, maybe less if the roads are clear. She doesn’t take coin, only trades. Lives with a handful of villagers and has an apothecary. Keeps to herself mostly.” “Describe her.”