Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

The woman’s hands began to shake. “I haven’t done anything.” That was almost an admission. Selene’s expression hardened. “We didn’t accuse you of anything.” The woman looked at me. “I know.” Her voice was barely audible. I stepped closer. “What is your name?” “Elsie.” “Elsie, have you been inside our room today?” She swallowed. “Yes.” “Why?” “To clean.” “When?” “This morning.” I looked at Selene. The device had been hidden behind the wall trim.

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

Silver did not seem to be that kind of person. Maybe a family member then. “You know he nearly got shot when he went to rescue you. Elara kept telling him to let her people do it but he insisted.” That must have been why I felt a breeze on my skin last night. He must have been running with me. “Summer, that’s enough,” another woman said, coming from down the hall. She and Summer looked alike enough to confirm my suspicions. “You’re Amy. I’m Farah, Silver’s niece.” I shook her hand, my body shrunk to hide myself. I wanted nothing more than to bolt into the bedroom behind me and never come back again.

Beside her, Elias was a silhouette of jagged obsidian, his wings tucked tight against the shimmering pressure of the room. ​"The Council wanted to mine this to power their machines," Elias whispered, his voice echoing with a metallic resonance. "But they don't understand the chemistry. This silver isn't a fuel, Rhea. It’s a mirror. It amplifies whatever intent is poured into it. If they try to take it by force, it will shatter the continent."

I looked up at Miles who was still watching Cordelia go. “Is she your significant other?” I blurted the question without really thinking about it. “No, Cordelia is a human. She was hired as a house Nanny and a personal donor if Master Cadogen fancied a normal meal.” I cocked my head. “What does that mean? A personal donor?” Miles blew out a breath. “It Means that when Master Cadogen wants a meal of blood she is one of the women that he drinks from. It is a great honor to be a royal donor.” He was back to being the stickler for rules.

Adrian's face went pale. Inside him. Everyone turned toward Elias. The silver light was glowing beneath his skin. Elias gasped. Mum. Arielle grabbed him. What is happening? I can hear her. Whose voice? Elias looked at Arielle. His eyes filled with tears. My sister. The silver light burst from his chest. A tiny image appeared in the air. A baby. Wrapped in a pale blue blanket. Her eyes were closed. Her tiny fists moved as she cried. Arielle stared.

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

I panicked. "No, keep walking. I'll explain." Silver shook her head. Silver made her sit on the bed edge and shook her strongly by shoulders, "Betty,'' I wasn't expecting her to respond so soon. Elizabeth blinked her eyes and looked at Silver. Bending, I looked in her eyes. I let out the air. They were green once again, " Did I do something?" Her voice was full of terror. Silver sighed in relief and sat next to her, "You predicted something. I couldn't decipher." She placed her head over her shoulder.

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

Through the tall glass doors, I saw Elsie walking toward me, carrying a tray. She came out carefully. The silver light caught her hair, making it shimmer faintly. She was holding a glass of water on a small silver tray, the one I’d asked for earlier. I’ve specifically requested that she bring it. I wasn’t thirsty, I just needed a moment alone with her. I straightened a little as she approached, still pretending to listen to Musk’s endless talk. “Yes,” I said absently into the phone, “we’ll finalize it by tomorrow.”