Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

My veins popped on my neck as I tried to scream her name. Her eyes were glowing yellow, shining so much that it made my eyebrows scrunched protecting my eyes. Elsa smirked. While Ruther remains unshaken. These two looked at Elaine like they had witnessed this kind of stuff before. “Now, you will see a Silvermare’s true form,” Elsa proudly declared. Elaine flows with the air. She dances with it. Elaine totally lost will over her own body. The place soon filled with more blazing lights, sparkling magically on the river and any living organism around her.

Valentine would smack their desk with her ruller which was effective enough with werewolf hearing to stop people from wanting to talk. "Rouge Silverflame to the office please." The intercome rang out between the next class periods. I sighed hoping nothing to major was about to happen and went off towards the offive. The halls now buzzing with much harsher rumors then first arriaving to school. I spotted Charlotte smiling and talking to her friends at her locker, still hanging on Thomas's arm. Luckily she didn't notice me or at least she didn't acknologle me being in the hallway. I did notice her friend giving me the stink eye but attempeted to ignore the drama, I had enough of that already.

“ Now you are all set Maya, let’s go make heads turn in your direction, “ Eve said cheerfully as she wiggled her body. I couldn’t help but chuckle. This girl is so full of life. I wish I could be like that too. “ What about the shopping bags? “ I asked Eve when we wanted to leave her boutique store. “ Don’t worry we’ll deliver it to you after work you can’t possibly take these to work, it'll stir attentions and gossips “ Eve answered. “ Now let’s go Liam must be running out of patience right now, “ she said again and we left Eve's boutique store after she handed me a black Hermes back as a gift from her. While we walked heading for the exit door all eyes were indeed on us and Mr Silver was w

And then Kaelen saw her. Amid the wreckage of a toppled cart, half-hidden by broken wood and spilled grain, a young woman lay struggling to rise. An arrow jutted from her side, the shaft snapped in half. Her hair shimmered silver in the firelight, cascading around a face too sharp, too perfect to belong to any villager. Her ears, Kaelen realized with a jolt, were pointed. An elf. Her violet eyes locked on his. And though he had never seen her before, something deep in his chest tightened, as though he had always known her.

They could feel it too—the deep, invisible presence awakening underfoot. “Hold,” Evie commanded, her voice steady though her heart thundered. She anchored herself, refusing to let fear bleed into her words. Anya, standing close, squeezed her eyes shut and mirrored Evie’s gesture, lowering her palms to the earth. A faint shimmer of silver danced at her wrists, catching the uncertain light. It flickered like the memory of moonlight on water—fragile, but growing.

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

But that didn’t make it any easier to swallow. “Fine,” I muttered, turning back to Astrid. “But how? How did you shut Ariel down long enough to get us out?” Astrid’s face darkened. For a second, she didn’t say anything. Then she took a deep breath and said two words that made my stomach drop. “Elise sacrificed.” My breath caught in my throat. “Elise… sacrificed?” Astrid nodded. “She stabbed Ariel. With silver. It weakened her just long enough for us to get everyone out.”

The witches of the Silver Circle had arrived just before dawn, cloaked in garments stitched from twilight and secrets. Three of them, each a reflection of something older than time. The first, Elandra, moved like wind over water—graceful, dangerous, unknowable. The second, Maelis, had hair the color of frostbitten ash and eyes so pale they looked almost blind, though I knew she saw too much. And the third, Isolde, was the youngest-looking, but her presence thrummed with power that made the hair on my arms stand on end. They moved through the hall with a quiet reverence, their eyes never leaving me.

Gold asked with raised brows, and Silver’s eyes widened as she took a step backwards and strengthened her stance. Unlike Gold, Silver was not worried about Rose, nor did she particularly care that the shadow now suddenly had a daughter. Her entire gaze was directed at the old weaver instead, a weaver whom she immediately recognized. Lucille, a matron who supposedly died decades ago. “You are supposed to be dead, How?” she stuttered, “How are you still alive?” Lucille frowned, her sharp eyes darted towards Silver, “Interesting,” she mused, “How can a child as young as you are know my features?”