Enthralled By Silver Novels & Stories

Appeared again. Silver: Fine. That was it. No emojis. No enthusiasm. Just one word that somehow managed to sound like an insult. I smiled. She had no idea what was coming. Tomorrow, I was going to push every button she had. I was going to get under her skin. I was going to make her feel something—anger, frustration, desire, I didn't care which. Because watching Silver react was the most entertaining thing I had experienced in years. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to see what happened when she stopped running.

Dante inquired as he disengaged from Ann and stretched his hands forth to Silver, expecting a handshake. "Si...SI...SI... Silver". Silver stuttered before she took his hands and her stomach fluttered immediately she felt the warmness of his palms envelope her's. "You two came here together?". Dante asked. Silver nodded as she couldn't remember words to give as a response. Dante smiled and she felt a heat spread through her body. His icy blue eyes never left hers which made Silver blush uncontrollably while she stole a glance at him. You both wanna leave right now or???". Dante asked and before Ann could respond, Silver chimed in.

If the information on the Drive was decoded and understood, it would only take whoever had it, a small amount of effort to gather the rest of it and use it all against him. And for the life of him, he just couldn’t get his brain to focus and work with him. The thought of Silver occupying the fore front of his mind, driving him nearly insane. He could help the thoughts in his head that offered him a visuals of what could be laying underneath her clothes, he could just see her little tongue pleasuring his length, and best of all, he could picture her, arched on his counter, ready for him to take her against it and the thoughts were enough to send a shudder through him.

“Did you spot a threat?” “No,” I whisper, shaking my head to clear the paranoia. “It’s nothing. Let’s keep moving.” We navigate through the maze of stalls until I find what I came for: a high-end textile shop tucked into the far corner of the grand hall. Hanging from the timber beams are rolls of exquisite, enchanted fabrics. My eyes land on a bolt of delicate, silver-spun lace resting in a glass case. It is light as spider silk, woven with actual pulverized silver dust meant to reflect full-moon light during a mating ritual.

Jeremy’s intuition rarely proved wrong. And neither did Silver’s noises. The horse always made that same huffing sound when he’d found a new loyal subject from whom to demand attention. Silver was the worst kind of bleeding heart. Friend to all and foe to none, as long as they gave him the ample attention he thought he deserved. Apparently, even from a lost she-wolf.

Hum At this time, a fluctuation attracted attention of of Zephyr Khan. It was a book. On the scroll, streaks of silver god ray kept spreading out from it. It seemed that it could contain heaven and earth. The silver light was so bright that it could even make people feel relaxed. Not only that, but also in the light above, people could not help but be intoxicated. "Silver... Silver... could it be?!" Looking at the simple and mysterious silver light emitted from the book, Zephyr Khan's face suddenly changed violently and he couldn't help but cry out involuntarily.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.