Espio X Silver Novels & Stories

“Relax. You’ll figure it out. Instinct, boy. That’s all it takes. Just grab her and—” “Don’t.” The word slipped out before Xavier could catch it. Quiet. Measured. But final. Dorian blinked. Then, surprisingly, smiled. “Ah. So you do have a bite in there somewhere.” He turned and walked off, whistling. “Just make sure it’s her throat you sink it into, not mine.” Xavier stood alone again. The wind had picked up. The trees below swayed like they were bowing to something larger than themselves. He hated this.

Sure enough, there he was, his eyes fixed on me like I was some unsolvable puzzle he couldn’t help but dissect. Silver raised an eyebrow, her grin widening as if she had just uncovered my deepest secret. "Oh my god, you feel it, don’t you? The tension is insane right now. Did you two fight or something?" I shook my head quickly, though the weight of unspoken words between Marco and me felt like a boulder pressing against my chest. "It’s nothing," I mumbled, trying to brush it off, but the heat in Marco’s gaze and Silver’s relentless curiosity made it impossible to pretend.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

I asked, a bit hesitant. But Silver's gaze turned almost sad as she shook her head, leaving me with a sense of disappointment. "According to what I just read in the earlier chapter…Silver Breeders can be differentiated into two kinds: telekinetic and telepathic." Silver explained the complex labyrinths of my existence. "A telekinetic is someone who can harness the power of the moon to do certain things like produce blue flames and move things with their mind, or certain spells that require a physical manifestation of their powers."

I inquired, eager to hear her perspective. Rolling her eyes playfully, Silver settled onto a nearby bench, motioning for me to join her. As I sat down beside her, she listened intently as I recounted the heated argument between Alpha Xander and me. Her advice was both insightful and reassuring, reminding me of the unwavering support I had for her. “You know, Priscilla, relationships are never easy, especially when you're dealing with someone as stubborn as Xander,” Silver remarked, her tone gentle yet firm. “But if anyone can break through his defenses, it's you. Just be patient and give him time to come around.”

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 book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

However, I refused to have one, which was solace because I had no plan to meet my mate. Growing up in solitude is the finest thing ever, not because I hate to have friends but because that's the best way to preserve my life. To evade interactions and obscure my existence from the vicious cubs. Honestly, I have one friend, just one friend. His name is Matt. He is the Beta of the Sprew Moon Pack, but I had no idea who was the Alpha and Omega of their pack. Well, knowing their information wasn't my cup of tea. I am a silver werewolf, and our breed was rare because of our extraordinary ability to heal the physical state of the werewolves. Our blood was highly versatile. We could dedicate it to s

The door was bursted open, and it was Silver. “Silver, you were not supposed to be eavesdropping,” I snapped. I didn’t even notice he was there. “Axel loves Anastacia and I love you, so why don’t we reject each other and everyone can be happy,” he said and Axel nodded along with him. “It doesn’t work that way, Axel. Will you willingly take her back after what she did?” I asked. He thought about it and shook his head slowly. “But I don’t want her either, and you marked me already,” Silver said, pulling down his clothes. Axel’s eyes widened, and I slammed into my forehead.

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.