Flying Blue Silver Novels & Stories

She had to stand there and watch her mother lie motionless just out of reach, her own grief a heavy stone in her throat that she wasn't allowed to swallow. It’s now come down to her and Ashley. The two sisters were the final pillars of the Silver Fang. Silvia was the shield, anchored to the earth by her love for her family and her sheer refusal to let anyone else die. Ashley was the sword, lost in a trance of vengeance and power, closing the distance between herself and the man who had caused so much pain. Silvia looked at her sister, seeing the fire dancing around Ashley's hands, and she knew they were running out of time.

That was an understatement. I stared around at the luxurious property. There was a Jaguar already parked there and I recognised Kaden’s car and a shiny black G-wagon off to the side. Silver turned and gave me a small smile as she fixed the corner of her dark eyeliner with the tip of her finger. “It’s Kaden and his brother’s place. I just crash here when home gets… too much.” I saw a familiar sadness in Silver’s eyes and immediately, I was hit with a pang of empathy.

All of a sudden, some red lights started blinking I heard him say a curse under his breath and before I could ask him anything, the cockpit was filled with smoke and the plane started falling into a steep dive. I was so scared that I literally froze to see my nightmare coming true, ever since he said that we would fly. I was scared as he was not a qualified pilot. My fingers were gripping the seat, while he was still trying his level best with the controls, fighting for our lives. I looked out and it felt as if the dark green jungle was coming up to meet us.

She rolled her eyes and stood to go to the bathroom when the plane shook and she found herself in Luca's lap. The feeling of having Silver's body in contact with him was enough to make Luca's senses hazy. He could perceive the faint scent of the apple-like shampoo that she used to wash her hair and the chocolate perfume she wore. Sliver blinked as she stared into his eyes, seeing him so close she could see that his eyes were dark blue, she always thought it was black. She slowly looked down and her eyes became fixated on his lips, they were red. She slowly brought her hand close to his lips to feel it, to check if he applied something to it because her mind couldn't comprehend why his lips c

"The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms." Sarn laughed and spoke next. "Nothing personal, but besides a little shine, you have no color. What makes you think silver is the mightiest?" How did I answer that? "It just is," I replied stubbornly. I don't think my uncle ever explained why we were mighty; I just accepted it because he said it was so. Laryn leapt into the sky shifting to his blue dragon. "You are not prettier than this. Blue is the color of the sky and ocean. Blue is the color that should be bowed to."

"Winston, ask your people to stay in a place where a winged creature can't easily fly into. Somewhere narrow! Avoid going to open spaces, and make sure that none of you will touch any of the healers' weapons. They are made of silver!" Silver is poisonous to were-creatures. It shuts down their ability to regenerate from injuries, causes a burning effect, and generally ruins their day. Healers know this, so basically, healers have spears that are purely made of silver to hunt lycans. "I know what to do. Just go back, Luceethe, and fold your wings!" "There is no use hiding it; everyone saw me already!" "Luceethe! I said, Fold your wings!" "I am trying to help here! I don't want any of the Lycan

A massive silver-furred drake, its eyes glowing with a soft sapphire light, detached itself from the shadows and lowered its head before me. Mine, the beast’s mind whispered to mine. I climbed onto its broad shoulders, Kaelen mounting behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist like iron bands. The contact was the only thing that kept the sapphire itch from turning into a full-scale freeze. "Fly!" I commanded. The drakes leaped from the peak. The sensation of falling was instantaneous, a stomach-churning drop into the clouds, followed by the violent, magnificent snap of wings catching the updraft. We plummeted through the mist, the Obsidian Fortress shrinking behind us into a needle of ston

She dove underneath the bounce, barely avoiding it. Ziyah’s wings came out right before she shot off into the sky. Goddess, her wings were stunning. The lighter the wings, the more powerful the Light Fae was. Her wings were magnificently translucent with hints of silver. According to her, silver contained within the wings of Light Fae showed that they were even more powerful than those with only the one color.

Almost as large as a mountain, the silver palace seemed to float on top of the crystal waterfall as the exquisite life-like flower and leave carvings on its structure attracted butterflies and birds to hover around it. Two giant pillars behind the palace discharged streams of light that enhanced the radiance of the silver castle and brightened the entire dimension. Around the silver palace were numerous smaller structures with intricate designs that swarmed around the palace like bees around a queen bee. Numerous bridges made out of silver stone connected the floating city on top of the waterfall to the pavilions, mansions, and villas below the waterfall. Werewolves, pixies, faes, shifters,

In another part of the forest, echoed several blip sounds and blue fairies appeared. “Hm? Is this it?” One of them asked. Another was squinting its eyes and looking around while humming. “I don’t see him around…” Another flew around and waved its hands in the air. “T-The air is thick… It’s like I can swim in it…” “We ‘are’ swimming in the air. It’s called flying.” Another replied as it looked around. The blue fairy before this one looked at the one commenting just now. “I-I mean…” It started timidly.