Espio X Silver Novels & Stories

With heightened senses, I detected the metallic scent of silver emanating from an unexpected source. A swift glance upward revealed two formidable warriors perched on the far right of the ceiling, each brandishing silver pistols. The revelation ignited a spark of frustration within me — a cunning move on Draxler's part to employ unconventional weapons, exploiting our vulnerability in the process. Without a moment's hesitation, I leaped backward, landing beside Jake, my trusted beta. His eyes mirrored the gravity of the situation, and he whispered urgently, "This is bad, Sergio. You're wounded, and those silver pistols are trouble. What's our move?"

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

He said. "It's funny how you act like you did nothing". Silver said, calming before she lifted her head up to his face. "I still don't get you Silver". Diego looked down at her with the confused expression written all over his face. "Explain this". Silver said in a croaked voice while she deep her hand into her bag and brought out her phone. She played the video he had sent to her before she revealed it to his face. "Act like you didn't send this to me, you cheater!!!". She hit her fist on his chest angrily as tears clouded in her eyes.

Blackfur laughed as it got closer knowing that just a claw would be enough to send Xavier’s wolf flying across the gathering and cracking all the bones in his body upon impact on the floor. “This is madness,” Jimin muttered. “Stop! Xavier Stop!” Silver ran on with purpose, not even reducing his pace a bit. “Ready father?” Silver muttered. “Always ready,” the voice replied in his head. Just a few meters away from Blackfur, Silver dove high in the air. Blackfur stood still, smiling, waiting and calculating for the little wolf to be close enough to the ground for him to bat away, but he did not expect what was coming next. “Now!” Silver roared.

No one wanting to lock eyes with the powerful man. As soon as the group stepped out through the doors. Silver felt as though the pressure in her lungs had finally disappeared. It became a lot easier to breathe and her forehead and palms didn’t feel as sweaty anymore. She frowned when she realized the pressure she had felt with their presence in the bar. Silver knew she didn’t do well with authoritative presence or intimidating people, but she wasn’t sure why that feeling seemed to triple in her chest with these particular group of men. She made a mental note to ask Ethan about the men, sometime during her shift. She moved towards the table they once occupied to clear of the glasses and wipe

He looked frozen in place. “Peekaboo,” Silver said. Vlad's eyes widened. Silver attacked even before the other man could twitch in reaction. He released hundreds of spinning compressed blades of water at Vlad, reducing him to minced meat that splattered to the ground. Silver didn’t hear Vlad scream.

He leaned very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear, sending a slight tickle through me. I turned my head, meeting his deep gaze. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, freezing everything into eternity. “Happy Winter Solstice Festival, Xaibe.” He leaned in close to my ear, murmuring softly, “On the next full moon night, let us go to the Moon Goddess to mark our bond.” Outside the window, the aurora continued its dance across the night sky, its brilliant colors reflecting upon my face and onto Xaibe's face. Catching each other's scent, we held one another in a tight embrace.

He chose the Gilded Silence. "Yeah, Jack," Marcus rumbled, his deep voice perfectly steady. He forced his Chrome Diamond pupils back into a warm, human brown before Jack could look back at him. He let his invisible shield dissipate, though his muscles remained coiled as tight as industrial springs. "Looks like we made it. We're safe." Before Jack could reply, the pristine silence of the plaza was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. A sleek, floating platform descended from the highest tower of the Silver Spire, docking smoothly and silently at the edge of their crater. A squad of men stepped off.

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

Samantha “I wonder what you must think of Silverclaw, 12 of you were unable to convince me of your loyalty to my family, to Newblood.” My sharp gaze flickered over them all and I could feel the silver in my eyes flashing. Another thing that every Silverclaw member inherited with my blood alteration. The silver in our eyes makes its presence known to us, as well as everyone witnessing it. I could smell the terror on all of them, it practically engulfed the entire cabin.