Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

“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.

Her hair was messy, her face streaked with tears, and she was sitting on the ground as though something had just shattered inside her. Beside her knelt a younger Elias. But he wasn't exactly Elias. He looked younger. Softer. Almost incomplete. His hands were wrapped protectively around something tiny. A baby. A silver-eyed baby. Elara's heart stopped. The child opened its eyes. Silver. The same impossible silver as Seren's. The same silver as the First Observer. The same silver that had appeared again and again across worlds. "No..." Elara whispered. The First Observer stepped closer to the doorway.

“Eleanor.” The door unlocked. Everyone stepped back. It opened slowly. An elderly woman walked into the chamber. Her hair was silver. Her face was lined with age. But her eyes were sharp. Alive. She looked first at Maria. Then Elena. Then Celeste. Finally, Lily. She stopped. For several seconds, she simply stared at the child. Then she whispered, “So that's what they made from you.” Celeste stepped in front of Lily. Eleanor's eyes moved to her.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

But it was his eyes that held her. Silver. Not grey. Not blue. Silver. They shimmered faintly in the moonlight, unnatural and captivating, like something not entirely human. Not entirely wolf. Elsie’s breath hitched softly. For a moment, neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them standing there beneath the moon. And for the first time in what felt like forever— Elsie felt something shift inside her. Not her wolf. However, something equally potent. Something awakening.

I would start with this one, single, perfect moment of peace. I had just set the mug down when the bell chimed again, a more insistent, cheerful jingle this time. A woman came in, shaking water from a bright yellow umbrella that clashed wonderfully with her crimson coat. She moved with a purpose that seemed to bend the space around her, her heels clicking a sharp, decisive rhythm on the tiled floor. Her hair was a sleek, silver bob, and she wore glasses perched on the end of her nose, behind which keen, intelligent eyes scanned the room. They landed on me. For a heartbeat, I felt a jolt, a primal fear that she knew, that she was one of them. But her gaze was just assessing, not recognizing.

Then something appeared between them. A child. Tiny. Silent. Silver-eyed. Eli. Evelyn gasped. The memory changed. She was holding Eli. He was crying. The man stood behind her. He whispered: "He belongs to us." Evelyn shook her head. "No." The memory shattered. Another appeared. Evelyn stood before thousands of children. They were all different. Different faces. Different ages. But every one of them had silver eyes. She remembered naming them. Loving them.

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?”

We walked out in the backyard garden. My jaw dropped seeing Elisa, seeing the queen of fashion designers waiting for us gazing at the ocean. "Is she?" I asked excitedly. "Yes, The Elisa." Willow giggled and we paced forward. She turned to see us and a soft smile tugged on her face. "Ms. Silver and Mrs. Capone." She extended her hand. "Miss Elisa, a pleasure to meet you." Willow took her hand and they air-kissed each other's cheeks.