Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

Elsie said fearfully. "P-please Mrs. Elsie please help m-me or I-I will die here. Please-please." she said joining her hands in front of her making Mrs. Elsie fell bad for the poor girl. She wanted to help her but not at the stake of her own family but Hazel was also not less than her family for her. Hazel has helped her many times when there was shortage of money inher family, she helped her by giving her expensive jewellery to her for expenses and when Alexander get to find her jewellery missing he had beaten her a lot but the poor girl never told the truth.

I never thought I would do it again. “What do you mean?” I ask confused how Elizabeth had saved me. “She is a silver wolf. She is a blessing to this Pack in more ways than one,” Thomas says to me. I look at Elizabeth waiting for an explanation. “Apparently I can heal someone who has been affected by silver poisoning,” she shares with me.

siress asked Alicia and she sigh "I don't know and I don't even want to know, I don't give a f*ck about him" Alicia replied drinking from her juice "Ali, uncle siress, I want to go over there and play with those kids too" silver said as Alicia stare at her "no young woman, you go nowhere" Alicia said and silver was sad "no let her go, silver go ahead OK" siress said and silver ran to the kids "no why did you let her go, siress she is sick what if she has an attack over there, what if something bad happens to her?" Alicia kept on asking as siress pulled her to seat down on a bench

Blake asked his first question. “No, Elsie is Elsie. No more, no less.” Elsie replied with her large green eyes looking at Blake. “Okay, do you also have powers we should know?” Blake asked. Elsie lowered her head and shook it. “No, to become Elsie, Elsie had to give the seven laws to brothers and sisters. Did I do wrong?” Elsie then looked up at Blake and her mothers with tears, worried she would be scolded for doing wrong.

"B-But how did I?" "You contained the silver." "I-I couldn't have…." Disbelief in my voice. If I really did, then how did I do it? I merely hold his hands! Seeing the look on my face, Ellis motioned me with his eyes to check out Elena's hands. Then he said, "See that white light? That light is the only thing that silver obeys. Elena is using it to get the silver out of Rum." Like a magnet. Those snowy hands are possessed a certain magnetic ability that attracts silver.

“All but two will be joining tonight. Lux and Centori had their baby this morning.” “Oh, how wonderful. We need to make sure we send something over.” Anna says sweetly. “Elise darling!” A woman enters through the doorway and she is a striking figure nearly as tall as the door frame. She’s wearing a long white coat that has silver beads around the collar and a silver dress that looks like it’s painted on. She is incredibly thin with silver hair that is braided down her back. She beams a smile at Elise, curling her lips back and revealing what looks like fangs. Elise jumps from the table and gives her a huge hug.

“I’m not sure you know who that is. You know what I was wrong. I’m not certain you’ll even see the light of tomorrow. I mean you just got here, and you’re already planning to kill Lady Lauren, Sheffield’s Student president. The iron princess of Andovia.” “Yeah, it doesn’t make her indestructible. She’ll pay one day, that's a promise.” I said as a hot tear dropped from my eyes. Brownwell was a pure man in spirit, one of the few good people left on earth. The gods wail for his death. “Elsa, I understand you want to get revenge for your friend's death, but trust me, you can’t beat her.” Isabel replied with her face settling low. “What’s the matter Isabel? It seems she did something to you.” I

Pearl asked. Silver sighed, dropping her hand from Pearl's face as her mind went back to that year. "I gave him this necklace on the day of the accident" she said. TWENTY YEARS AGO, BANKS FAMILY MANSION* The spacious dull house is so silent that even the fall of a needle would reverberate. It's like a hell house, in the middle of a light forest. No one is in sight in the dimly lit living room, but there are several toys on the couches, all with the name SILVER inscribed on them.

"When you smile— which you have not done much lately — you have her smile." I touch the pendant, feeling it beneath my fingertips. But something strikes me immediately. The necklace is silver and it does not burn me as it should. All my life, I have been taught to avoid silver. Werewolves avoid silver because it burns us, just as holy water and the crucifix do. I look at Eliza with questions in my eyes. She is looking back at me with a knowing look. Eliza smiles and nods at me. "There is something else I have for you, Rhea."

Instead, she whispered: “I see you.” And the thread pulsed. Once. Then vanished not destroyed. Returned. In the bloompath, Siran now stood before a figure formed not from light, but from memory given shape. Elira. But not quite. This Elira looked younger her hair looser, her robes incomplete, her hands ink-stained from the days before the Pact had claimed her. “Is this... you?” Siran whispered. “No,” the figure answered. “But I am what you remember. What the bloom remembers through you.”