Gokaiger Silver Novels & Stories

she explains, but I don’t miss the slight flinch, setting Zeke on edge, ready to tear him to pieces. My growl unifies with Fletcher’s, him turning to me, his eyes as pitch black as my own. “You go high?” He asks, his voice animalistic and barely recognizable. “I go low?” “Deal,” I nod, dropping Charity’s hand, striding past her with my mortal enemy. Ready to tear apart a rogue Alpha and then some. Realizing what we are about to do, the Gamma of Silver Run places herself in front of us. Her hand reaches out, the most subtle hum emitting from the contact.

"Go on!" " Why did you change your name to Dagger?"

to a very deep lake and she was stood in its very centre seemingly in an air bubble. She mind-linked Lucas feeling his fear when he could no longer see her, 'I'm okay baby, please do not follow me, this is something I have to do I will return to you soon.' Before he could reply she blocked him, whatever this was about needed her full concentration she closed her eyes and reached for her magic beneath her feet the lake bed began to glow faintly,

"Wow. How old are you?" "I'm eighteen." I replied. "I should have known." He murmured, and I turned on the horse to look at him. "What do you mean, you should have known?" I asked. He looked down at me, and our eyes met. Our eyes had met several times in this very long night, but this time it was stronger, more synergic than other times. His electric blue eyes seemed to capture my stormy grey ones and hold on to it, and I could feel myself almost melting in his gaze.

We stopped in front of the building's doors which had a large man guarding it. A huge sign hang above the doors written "Golden Silver" in gold and "men only" was written at the bottom in small, silver italics. "No cutting in line," the bouncer said as he folded his arms. Higan gave the intimidating man a black card and he took it. After reading through, he handed the card back to Higan and stepped aside. We walked into the building and I squinted my eyes at the small lights that illuminated some parts of the room with different colours. Some people danced around while others talked in corners.

His mate was dead. "Ethan?" Tessa’s voice sounded miles away. "What's wrong?" He gripped the balcony railing, his Alpha power churning violently inside him. Silver. The news said it was silver poisoning. But he remembered that night… the rogue wolf, its face mangled by silver… "No… it can't be…" He tore out of the pack house, his tires screeching as he raced toward Moon Lake Cliff. He made the twenty-minute drive in eight. The area was already cordoned off with police tape.

The air shimmered with latent magic, words hanging like dew. Ari raised her staff, channeling a stabilizing ring of energy. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady though her heart pounded. “The world is rewriting itself because the pact we made the Silver Pact was never meant to last forever. It was a bridge between silence and renewal. Iluren has crossed that bridge, and now so must we.” A young adept stood. “And what are we crossing into?” Siran answered for her. “A conversation that has no end.”

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 could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu