Forging Silver Into Stars Book 2 Novels & Stories

the adult automatically said, as if on autopilot, his eyes glazed over as if in a trance. The stormy-eyed boy leaned over me, his teary gaze holding mine. "I will come for you." He promised, placing a silver pendant with a large sapphire in the center around my neck. He kissed me once on my forehead and then disappeared from my vision. The adult picked me up and left. I huddled into his chest, wanting to feel warmth, but only felt cold. Moments later, I was deposited in the middle of an emergency room. The nurse sitting at the counter saw me alone, covered in blood, and screamed. Several nurses and doctors came running out, and I was taken back and assessed. I was given a transfusion. And th

“But make no mistake. I will get what I want, and you will do as I say. One way or another, I will get wolfsbane into your system. And if anyone makes too much fuss, then I’ll simply slap a pair of these on you instead. I wouldn’t recommend this option, however, because I’m told it stings terribly.” He laughed as he held out a pair of silver manacles. Ben shuttered at the sight of them, the same reaction any wolf would give at seeing silver. Just then, the girl across the camp snarled as she tried and failed to attack another rogue who was clearly toying with her. “What’s the deal with that girl,” Ben couldn’t help but ask.

“Here I am—to become your well-deserved Luna of the Dam-Nighade Pack.” Her eyes glittered as the estate gates opened before her. And just like that—Samantha stepped into Theo’s world, armed not with claws or fangs… but with patience, ambition, and a darkness she wore like perfume. --- End of Epilogue Book Two: Alpha Theo: Legacy of the Banished Omega Coming soon.

THE BLOOD CIPHER ~MARCUS BLACKTHORN'S POV~ The Silverfang Packhouse library used to smell like lemon polish and old paper. Now, it just smells like ozone, copper, and that weird metallic scent of frustration. Rain lashed against the windows, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to count down the seconds of our remaining lives. Inside, the fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long, dancing shadows that looked too much like claws. Vida was slumped over the stolen Codex at the heavy oak table. She looked wrecked. Her skin was the color of parchment, dark circles bruised her eyes, and her hands trembled as she hovered them over the open pages.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

Watching and praying not be involved in these mess. Phil approached Carlo slowly now, then crouched before him. “You should be grateful,” he murmured while Carlo struggled violently beneath the pressure. Phil's narrowed faintly."Because BloodFall Luna survived.” A pause, then his smile vanished completely. “Otherwise… there would be no Silverfang Pack left by sunrise.” Carlo’s breathing became ragged beneath the crushing pressure. His fingers dug violently into the shattered floor as he struggled to lift himself, but the more he resisted, the heavier Phil's aura became.

But as I looked at the horizon, I saw a new shape in the stars—not a brother, and not a fleet. It was a Falling Light. "The final thirty-five chapters," I whispered. "Emma?" Félix asked. "Yeah?" "I think Lyra just 'blinked' Arthur's silver cane into her toy box. We might need to send a very awkward apology letter." I laughed, a bright, clear sound that carried over the emerald waves, marking the beginning of the Era of the Two Worlds.

Her mate called out, “Don’t forget the dead ones.” She turned and smiled sadistically, showing off her silver fangs. “Oh, how could I forget? Rogues!” She started to command. “Jump in the fire and burn.” She unleashed a powerful aura, one that forced the three alphas to look down and away without so much as a word. As she turned, her mate ran over to her and grabbed her hand, rubbing the stench of that other alpha off of her. As the screams of the dying filled the air the SilverFang Pack marched out of the Blue Cresent Pack and back towards home.

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

We should have accounted for that fact that although the trio’s presence would be masked, the rest of ours were not. But once I saw the sight of Wolfe’s condition, none of that mattered. A metal rod poked out from his chest, very near his heart. Had it been any other object, it would not be of much concern, but with my experience with this particular alloy, and by the way the wound festered, I knew just how serious it was. Silver. “You wolves have furnishings made of a material that is deadly to you?” I question deadpan. “Onyx, now’s not the time to be an asshole.” Atlas glares at me.