Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

She has kept me alive through everything. If she had not come forth when she did, I would have been dead by now. She had helped me fight the silver and wolfsbane. She kept it from touching my heart rather than sending it to other organs that would heal faster and not get as damaged. I will be forever grateful that she showed up when she did and helped me through the toughest time in my life. This experience was definitely worse than when my parents died, the worst part is I don’t have the same support system now that I had back then, and that stings a little bit. I don’t want to go too deep in those thoughts scared that it would trigger me in some way. So, I put it in the back of my mind and

His punishment never exceeded making love to her, and she was going to make love to him today without feeling a thing. She got into the house and met it eerily quiet. It was as though there was no soul in the house and that kind of frightened her. With gentle steps, she walked to her bedroom and clad herself in her favorite lingerie. This time around, she wanted to get Mr. Silver thirsty for her and not the other way around. She lay on her bed and pretended to be asleep, patiently waiting for her door to swing open and for Mr. Sliver to step into the room and find her in all her glory.

Steve, who had his left eye on her movement stopped immediately she did, and asked her. “Hmmm.” “You want one?” Steve asked but she shook her head. “No, just admiring it.” She responded, what desire could she possibly have when she was a broke woman but she really liked them and would love to have one. She walked into the shop as if in a trance, only to find that the shop owner was a busy old man, she stopped not far from him and watched as he polished the sea shells and painted them into all sorts of colors with various designs before setting them out to dry. Two lovers walked in and at their order, she watched the shop owner string a twin lovers shell for them, making it into a couple’s ne

Everyone turned and ducked, shielding their faces from the blast. “Nol!” Elise cried, but before she could move, the girl stirred. She let out a soft, sleepy coo as her small hand reached up. A wave of silver mist burst from her palm. It shot across the air and it took out the flames out instantly.

His breath hitched… Her eyes, sharp and familiar sent a bolt of recognition down his spine, he could only see part of her face and eyes but there was something about that part that stirred a feeling in his chest. “I'm sorry.” The woman quickly apologised, pulling her mask back into place and picking up the pieces of paper that had fallen on the ground. Silver Enterprises, the huge heading that was at the top of the paper caught his eyes. Was she working for Zade Silver? Before he could respond, she stepped back and turned on her heel, walking away hurriedly.

said Henry. “According to lore, it is believed that if an elf wears the Silverling Heart, he, or she, becomes immune to silver and can create silver elements out of nothing, or turn anything into silver,” said Panjik. “Elf? I can see Phraton wanting it for himself,” said Coralis.

Silver~ She'd just returned from shopping for the upcoming wedding when she was informed that Adele was here. Elated, the child climbed the stairs, behind her, her guards, who carried her shopping bags. She wanted Adele to see what she'd bought for herself and her. But on getting to the door, she saw Evelyn grip her wrist in the air. Silver was beyond furious when she barked the question, but as she stormed closer, she caught the red print blooming on Adele's cheek.

Rayne asked as she stood in front of me and I hadn’t even heard her come downstairs. “How do you play princess?” I asked her. “You sit here with your eyes closed and I make you look pretty,” she said with a smile. “You don’t think I’m already pretty?” I asked her and she laughed. “You’re not pretty like Mommy,” she said as she opened the silver case on the coffee table. “So I just close my eyes?” I asked her. “Yes and don’t peek,” she said.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

Queen Odette's voice cut through the noise, sweet and sharp as poisoned honey. Elsie turned to face her. The queen stood with one hand resting on an elegant silver cane, her other hand looped through King Maddox's arm. Her gown was deep purple, magnificent, dripping with diamonds that caught the candlelight and scattered it like stars. Her smile was warm, but her eyes were cold, scanning Elsie's face as if searching for weakness. "Everything is wonderful, Your Majesty," Elsie said, matching the queen's smile with one of her own. "Emberclaw has outdone itself."