Enthralled By Silver Novels & Stories

Not the common golds or ambers of most wolves, but a rare, breathtaking, terrifying silver. ​ The moment my eyes met his, the noise in the dining hall vanished. The scent of food disappeared. There was only a roar of silence in my ears, and a frantic, impossible pull in my chest. It felt like being suddenly tethered to a supernova. ​ Kael Blackwood’s expression didn't change—no surprise, no smile, no recognition. But his silver eyes narrowed. Not in rage, but in assessment. They trailed down my body—the dress, the apron, the trembling hand—and then back up to my face. The sheer intensity was suffocating.

Lilac's P.O.V I arrived at Silver's condo feeling emotionally drained, my thoughts tangled in a mess of feelings and confusion. The weight of the argument with Krimson lingered, the sharp words and unresolved tension echoing in my mind. It was one of those nights where being alone in my own space felt unbearable, and Silver's presence always brought a sense of comfort. As she opened the door, her expression shifted from surprise to concern upon seeing me. Silver was quick to invite me in, sensing something was off without needing to ask. Her place had this serene aura, a soothing blend of colors and warmth that immediately put me at ease.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

From the corner of his eyes Silver saw a street urchin discreetly bundle up some gold coins and disappear into the crowd. An hour later, Silver thought himself to be very brave. Not many people would have been able to convince their stubborn legs and especially the monster inside to escape that stage. When those women started to make very interesting noises even his stubborn feet found wings. Only the monster wanted to stay to quench its ravenous thirst. Had he stayed any longer he would have found himself naked and doing things he would probably regret for the rest of his life. And in Public! ***

Lynnette said, recounting Fenryn's story. Elena nodded her head. “There is vigorous training, to ensure we do not allow ourselves to easily be possessed, but that is what the silver is also for. While we wear it, we cannot cast spells, but neither can we be possessed. If we take it off to cast, then we must be careful, but with our training, we are much safer than those without any training.” She explained, sitting on the fountain's edge. Giving Elena's words some thought, Lynnette tapped a finger upon her lips. “So those who do not know about the silver, have no idea people are able to use magic?”

“I brought cookies.” Silver's gaze shifted to the cheap-looking paper bag in her hand, and a slight frown settled on her brows. No one ever gave Silver things that didn’t scream luxury. Gold foil boxes, imported ribbons, embossed seals with intimidating names like La Maison de Sucre. And when they did, especially those desperate socialites who’d do anything for a chance to stand next to Detroit West, let alone mother his child, their voices always came coated in syrupy sweetness and toxic desperation.

The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows. I had never seen it before. Until now. The room they shoved me into glimmered faintly under the fluorescent light, every surface coated or lined with silver. Chains hung from the walls, their ends capped with jagged shackles that gleamed with the forbidden metal. The very air felt heavier, oppressive, as if the silver was seeping into my skin, trying to choke me before they even touched me. Fear spiked, white-hot and blinding. “Eryndra,” I gasped inwardly, my knees threatening to fail. “It’s silver. They’ll kill me.”

“I’m not suppressing anything.” Liya suddenly stirred uneasily. “She sees us.” Fear rose higher inside me instantly. Bella looked genuinely surprised now. “You really don’t know.” My breathing became uneven. “Know what?” Bella glanced around the empty balcony carefully before speaking again. “Silver aura is ancient.” The words hit like stones inside my chest. “It doesn’t appear naturally in normal wolves.” The rogue’s voice echoed again inside my mind. “You were never weak.” Bella’s eyes locked onto mine. “Who taught you to hide it?”

“It’s a woman.” “What is she doing over there? Her hair is painted silver. Is she also a LARPer?” With Arthur at the forefront, he led his men through loosely growing thickets and round sediments until he came within range where he could view Silvia’s form better. “Hey…” Arthur was about to call out to Silvia to inquire about her reason for being there all alone.

"Here is the library," Shrey said, breaking George's reverie; he was immersed in her eyes as he waited for her to blink her eyes open. "I mean, look back, this is our library." This time, it was George who avoided eye contact by using his phone.