Enthralled By Silver Novels & Stories

I don’t think I had ever felt so beautiful. Silver had done my hair up in an elegant updo with some curled strands spilling out and the smoky makeup she had added just tied the entire look together. “Oh my gosh.” I spoke again in shock. I turned to face Silver. “Thank you so much.” She smiled at lunging at me with a hug. “Anytime, babe.” She turned to start packing up her things. “Where in the world is Kaden taking me?” I asked fiddling with the necklace Silver had lent me.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them. Silver flames had been kindled. And they would not fade quietly.

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

Join us Prince Vladimir, then all Immortals Packs can stand together. The Prince sneered and his eyes glowed like droplets of blood, ‘Come to me Silver Wolf’ Katya tried to look away and break the contact but she was drawn into those evil glittering eyes. Fighting back she opened her silver eyes wider pushing back his power but he mind-linked her, ‘Come to me or I’ll lock you in Blaise forever’

SKY He’s made his choice, and it’s me. Sky Silver. The Silver Moon Pack’s outcast, and the strongest one among them, if I’m being honest. It feels strange being trapped inside this glowing orb, watching the Silver Moon wolves slam into it again and again, unable to break through. Aunt Selene is talking somewhere behind me, but my focus is drawn to the other woman standing outside the barrier. She’s made of light and magic, calm and steady, and I know without being told that she’s family too.

The atmosphere in the private room fell into a strangely tense silence for a few seconds. Just when everyone thought the young woman was about to be coldly turned away, Peter Sullivan chuckled lightly and pulled her into his arms in one swift movement. He said with a smirk, "You're the first one bold enough to try this. What's your name?" His low and dulcet whisper was seductive and intoxicating. Following his question, the atmosphere in the room became heated with sexual tension.

The ceiling is vaulted, supported by massive stone pillars carved with wolves in mid-leap. But it's not the room that makes me freeze. It's the man standing at the far end of it. He's tall. Taller than any man I've ever seen. Broad-shouldered, with dark hair that falls just past his collar and eyes that— My breath catches. His eyes are “silver”. “Not grey, not blue but Silver.” Like moonlight, like molten metal. And they're staring directly at me. I feel pinned in place, like prey caught in a predator's gaze. Every instinct I have screams at me to run, but I can't move nor can't breathe.

She looked less like a traveler and more like a fallen star. “Because I swore an oath,” she said simply. Kaelen frowned. “To who?” Her eyes lifted, piercing straight into him. “To you.” The forest seemed to still. Even the crickets and owls hushed for a heartbeat. Kaelen laughed, though it sounded hollow even to him. “That’s impossible. We’ve never met. I’d remember…” He trailed off, because part of him wondered if he really would remember. For months—years—his dreams had been haunted by visions of a silver-haired woman calling his name.

The world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. But as my gaze shifts downwards, I am captivated by the mesmerizing sight of her enchanting silver eyes. They gleam with a sense of contentment, reflecting the love and trust she has in me. Those eyes, like shimmering pools of liquid silver, hold a depth that I can never tire of exploring. They are windows to her soul, revealing her every emotion and desire.