Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

After two years she will be free to get married to whoever she pleases. We sit in silence for some minutes before light footsteps are heard from the front door. A young lady in a maid’s attire with a luggage in her hand comes into view. She is soon followed by a lady clad in all black. She is also on a face cap but anyone could tell that she wasn’t a normal person because she carried a powerful aura. Emilia Peyton.

Jake asked in the same tone. "How much can you pay for... Oh wait, who's this beautiful lady here?" that man asked. "Eva. Eva Silver", I forwarded my hand with an awkward smile. "Silver?" he raised a brow and looked at Jake and Jake gave a nod. I was standing still waiting for a handshake. "I'm sorry. I'm Gavin. Gavin Smith", he shook my hand. My small hand barely held his large hand. "Honey, who's that?" I heard a feminine voice from inside. Before any of us responded the source of that feminine voice came to the door. She had hazel eyes and a pale skin tone. She is short and beside Gavin she is little.

“C’mon. Still too stared to kill me?... I thought you could do better than this? Isabel’s voice was faintly mocking. She could barely stand on her feet because her vision was distort, but she doesn’t intend to give up. She would rather die with her head up high than beg this pig for her life. The lycan grabbed her by the head, its claws dug into her scalp and it lifted her until her feet was dangling above the ground. When she thought he was going to throw her across the room like he had done several times, he stabbed her instead with a knife made out of silver, surprising her. The creature was about pulling the knife out of her stomach when a cracking sound was suddenly heard from behind it

she said. “I don’t care. If there’s even a small chance this flower can help me then I need to find it.” Miss Elsie studied me for a long moment before finally walking to the back shelf. She returned with a thin, worn map. The edges were frayed, and the ink had faded in places. She pointed to a small, unmarked valley at the edge of the map, where the mountains curled around each other like protective arms. “Silver Hollow,” she said quietly. “But it’s not safe. The mist there is… strange. People say it whispers to you, tries to turn you back. And if your heart isn’t pure…” She trailed off, not finishing the thought.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

“I knew when I rescued Elise. The moment our eyes met, every cell in my body reacted like someone struck a chord inside my ribs.” “No,” Aisling says flatly. “Try again.” I meet her eyes. “Aisling. I’m not confused.” “You are,” she replies in a soft, icy voice. “Spectacularly.” My hands curl into fists. Zarina clears her throat. “There’s something else, isn’t there?” “And then when she fainted from the silver poisoning, I touched her blood—it—it reacted.” Aisling straightens. “Explain.” “It shimmered. Under the moonlight. Like molten silver mixed with light. It glowed for a second, then vanished.”

Elaine needed not only time to pack but to make her exit without being noticed. Taking handfuls of clothes, she packed the old leather satchel she had arrived with and hadn’t used since. Everything Elaine knew was in that small room; it had been the only home she had known for years, and every passing moment became her last within it. Reaching into the confines of her drawer, she pulled out The Magicae Book, tucking it safely into her satchel. Grabbing her precious dagger, she tucked it into her tunic. The only other item she spared was a bracelet, made of a plain silver band with no charm or jewel, just the smooth, familiar letters of her name. Her mother had said,

I whispered, shutting my eyes briefly to swallow down the emotions before they spilled out. “As you wish.” She stated, having the other maids dismissed, but just as she was about to leave, I stopped her with a question, "What's the signal?” “What?” She asked, turning to me with a puzzled expression. I turned to her briefly, “To know when it's time to leave.” “Ah, yes.” She smiled at once and knocked on the wall thrice. “That's the signal. Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs Silver?”

“Thought she was a spirit at first.” “What did she look like?” Kai asked, voice low. The man exhaled. “Couldn’t see her face. But her hair—” Kai leaned in. “—carried the sea’s color. Like moonlit silver.” Everything inside Kai locked. Breath froze in his throat. Silver. Moonlit silver. Elise’s hair had never been silver—but when she had shifted, when she had been consumed by Moonlight for the last time— She had glowed. His pulse hammered painfully against his ribs. “Silver,” he repeated, to be sure.

Until the corridor wrapped its arms around her like the mother who no longer could. She was eighteen when Trisha was named heir. They stood side by side on the dais, both cloaked in silver, though Trisha’s gleamed with golden thread and a sapphire brooch fastened above her heart. Trixie wore no sigil. Just fabric. Just form. Just a shadow beside a star. “Don’t be upset,” Trisha whispered behind her smile. “This was always going to be my path. You’re not... equipped for it.” Trixie kept her eyes forward.