Espio X Silver Novels & Stories

Instead, their metal doors were stamped with a bright, shining symbol made of solid silver: a howling wolf head surrounded by three sharp silver swords. It was the Silver Crest. This was the official, terrifying emblem of the global Lycan Council. The vehicles stopped in a perfect line in front of the main building. The doors opened, and six elite Council executioners stepped out into the freezing wind. They wore heavy black leather coats with silver buttons, and their faces were completely covered by dark iron masks. They moved with a synchronized, chilling speed, their boots making heavy, rhythmic thuds against the white snow. Behind them walked a tall, older wolf with long white hair and

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

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."

Cadogen rolled his eyes. “The same thing.” Kael stood with his hands fisted at his side. For a moment those fists were my mothers fists. My mothers fists were coming at my face. I shook my head “We are not the same. We are different species.” Kael’s chest was heaving. Cadogen stood gracefully. “Both have magical powers, both live in magical lands, both have pointy ears.” Cadogen gestured toward Kael's ears. Which I hadn’t noticed before. His ears were short pointed like a dagger. They accentuated his sharp features. That must be why I hadn’t noticed them before. Power started to bubble around Kael’s hands. I scooted my chair back trying to get away from him. The chair made an awful scraping

"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

My nipples hardened instantly from the sight of her breasts. Silver settled into a chair across from us, and spread his legs. And Marco, a tall, bronze-skinned man with an Italian accent, knelt between them without a word. Silver’s cock, erect and streaked with silver paint, twitched as Marco wrapped a hand around the base. “Watch them,” Silver ordered him, voice low and rough, while his eyes were fixed on us. “But suck me slow.” Marco obeyed, tongue swirling over the head before taking Silver deep. Silver’s head fell back for a second, a guttural groan escaping his throat, but his gaze snapped right back to me and Lila.

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

Silver asked stepping inside the room with Skyla, he was obviously confused about all of this but trusted his other half. “Silver you know I love you right?” “Yes I know, what's with this? You are starting to scare me.” “Good, that's all I wanted you to know before you die, it's been fun.” “Don't joke around like that, who's dying now?” “You. And I'm not joking,” Skyla said and summoned several large spears, she ushered them to impale Silver in which they did pinning him on the wall high above the ground. Each spear stabbed his vital points and blood fell down like a waterfall.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Gaby's head turned towards them again, looking towards Elena as she dropped her head to the table, “Fuck me two times.” She muttered under her breath. “You guys should chill out. They can’t do anything to us, and if they dare we’ll leave the table for them..” “Hi baby,” Silver heard someone cut her off, planting a peck to her lips as she looked up. She adjusted and allowed him to sit down, turning to him and giving him a smack on his head. “Where have you been?” She asked him. Xavier looked up at Elena, his brown eyes smiling at her,