Flying Blue Silver Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 75. Ava tried to convince herself that there was nothing wrong with Mr. Silver having a fiancée. There could be a million and one reasons for him to have gotten married to her even when he is engaged to someone else. Hopefully, all of these will be over in a year when they are divorced. She settled into the mattress and got ready to sleep, but the sound of her door swinging open only managed to stir her awake. Her body turned against her will to find Mr. Silver standing by her door with that devilish grin fixed on his face.

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.”

A good kind of weird. "Cool." I say," Can you like make them forget something or like make them do something?" "Yes." He says and leads me through the doors. "We are flying commercial or first class?" I ask them as we ride the bus to the plane. "We are flying private." Kai answers and offers me his hand to get out once the bus stops. I take it and turn to look at dad," We have a plane?!" I more , like yell, than speak like a normal person.

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."

Leo asked, looking at his daughter. Silver rounded the circle to her side. “I am not sure. She is not supposed to float.” A loud screech echoed in the training room before fire burst forth from Lenora, soaring towards me. Not soaring. Flying. “That’s a phoenix!” Silver asked, his voice excited, watching the bird fly around the circle. “Lenora is the flame empress!” Just when we were still trying to figure out how to protect her, nature goes ahead and literally paints a target on her back.

"Release the Silver-Eater." The carrier’s belly opened. A single, massive drone—the size of a small house—dropped. It didn't have rotors. It didn't have wings. It was a solid sphere of polished silver, humming with a sound that made my teeth ache. "What the fuck is that?" Silas whispered. "The end of the line," I said. I looked at Richard. He looked at me. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed my hand. "We’re not going to the estate," he said.

I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.” She sighs in defeat and says, “Fine, but you stay over there.” She rolls her shoulders and takes a deep breath and I watch as her upper back ripples and the skin over her shoulder blades split open and her magnificent wings burst forth. This time there are no blue flames, just Divina and her silvery blue wings. I walk over to her and run my fingers over her wings, and she shivers in response and ruffles her feathers up and out effectively knocking me back a few feet.

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

He told them. Hail and Skye fell silent as they pondered over Reyan’s words. “So… you are trying to say that I have to use my imagination to move my wings so I can fly?” Blue asked as he looked at Reyan. His expression now became sober. “Blue!” Hail exclaimed in pleasant surprise when he saw that Blue’s facial complexion returned to normal. “Thank you.” Blue nodded at Hail before he turned back to look at Reyan, waiting for the other’s answer.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.