Gokaiger Silver Novels & Stories

“What are you laughing at, gorgeous?” he asked Zoe now. “Turning me down again?” “Yep. Unequivocally.” “Awwww.” Silver looked heartbroken. “How will I go on? How? How?” Keira giggled now, and Silver looked down at her, then he bent and scooped her up into his arms. She squirmed happily when his bushy beard tickled her face, and he grinned at her. “You, little miss, are amazing. Me and Mommy should be celebrating your milestone, huh?”

"Can I help you?" "I've brought your blanket back, and some of my housekeepers wonderful ginger biscuits s a thank you for trying to rescue me." "Oh, it's you? sorry I didn't recognise you with your clothes on." Saffy gave a slight grin, Jack raised a brow and quirked his mouth, "I suppose that comment was par for the course," he half-heartedly grumbled. Silver was rolling on his back. His tail wagging like crazy and with his mouth open and laughing as much as a wolf could. "Fuck off, you oversized poodle," Jack said, linking to Silver, which made Sliver roll about even more.

The screen loaded slowly, the text pixelated for a beat before sharpening into view. Name: Kaia Gold Birth Name: Isla D. Silver Status: Confirmed match. DNA verified. Age at intake: Approximately 6 years. Case: Unregistered missing child – Heiress of the Silver Estate My breath caught halfway in my throat. I blinked. Once. Twice. Isla D. Silver. I stared at the name like it was foreign. Like it belonged to someone else. But it was me. I quickly opened my browser and typed the name. My fingers barely obeyed my brain.

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

I saw movement as I stepped in, but before I could make sense of it, a hand clamped over my mouth, and a hard body pressed against me from behind, pinning me against the tiles, and also pressing a silver blade an inch from my throat. I froze. Not daring to move an inch or do anything as stupid as trying to fight him off. Because he wasn't just holding a regular silver blade, this one was made of Pure silver. He even had thick gloves on just to be able to weild it. Pure Silver was the most lethal weapon to a werewolf. A regular Silver might cause burns and scratches, but this? It would send one straight to the goddess. And I'm sure the goddess isn't benevolent enough to give me a third chance

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.

Bozo nodded to the commander, just as his squire handed him his helmet. “A question sir,” Chimba stammered, “I just want to know why? There are still kingdoms out there, waiting to bow down to your sovereignty. Why choose this cursed village? Why walk us into a diseased land? And all for what, for the Hawk? Another one of your subjects?” Bozo smiled and wore the helmet. It was made of silver but had been shaped like the face of a bull. Chimba’s sudden curiosity was beginning to get on his nerves, but he tried to swallow the man’s ignorance. He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later.

Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.