Harry Potter Silver Trio Novels & Stories

An older man with silver-streaked hair and the bearing of a general stood near a pillar, speaking to no one, yet his presence dominated the corner. But it was the group near the grand fireplace that pulled at something primal within her. Three figures. They were not the loudest, nor the most lavishly dressed. They were still. A man in a severe, silver-trimed black coat, his face all sharp angles and ageless severity. A woman beside him, her beauty icy and remote, her hair a cascade of platinum. And between them, an elder whose very stillness seemed to drain the sound from the air around him. Their collective scent was unlike anything she’d encountered—ozone, frost, and a deep, resonant power

“Not goddesses. Not vessels. Not destiny’s puppets.” Ares exhaled almost relief, almost fear. “Aria…” I reached for Clara with my free hand. She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers slid into mine, lightning soft as a sigh. “Ares,” I whispered, turning back to him. “Take my other hand.” He hesitated for one single heartbeat one single moment of fear and then he did. Gold wrapped over silver. Storm curled under gold. Silver threaded through storm. For the first time, the triad wasn’t a threat.

Amara froze. The group entered, shadows against the dawn. Zogo came first, tall and silent, carrying nothing but the authority of his presence. Behind him, the twins Alta and Deta walked side by side, their protective gear still shining faintly with dew. In their hands, carefully sealed inside a glass container, glowed the herb the Silver Fire, its leaves shimmering like liquid light. Jerald stumbled next, muttering under his breath, with Brook dragging his feet behind him. Both looked exhausted, sweat streaking their faces, clothes dusty from the climb.

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

Amich’s growth experience was delayed due to ancient time magic. Silvia’s curiosity drove her to spin to the next page where she would be able to read more of the written knowledge by the Supreme Magus, Mariana Victain. Her fingers shifted the brown paper with such zeal and focus that the thought of her injured leg hopped out of her awareness along with the sense of danger. Silvia became so engrossed in her reading that she failed to sense the approaching presence of 3 individual figures who were treading the gravel path onwards to the overpass. Their attire was of fake-build metallic armour equipped with wooden swords coated in aluminium foil.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

Two days before the ceremony, Karl returned home. He acted as if Natalie had never appeared, as if our confrontation had been a dream. "Stop looking at your phone and try on the ceremonial pendant," he said, holding out an engraved silver pendant meant to be worn during our mating run. I opened the box, glanced at it briefly, then closed it without removing the necklace. "If it's suitable, take it." Karl frowned at my dismissive attitude. "There's nothing between Natalie and me. Can you stop being so hostile toward a young Omega who's lost everything?"

Three years after losing my wolf, I learned that my mate, Alpha Kael, had been poisoning me with Silver Dust to suppress my awakening. All because the one he truly loved was my adopted sister, Selene. I was standing outside his office, clutching a file, my knuckles hovering just inches from the door when I heard his voice. "Have Clara’s blood reports come in yet?" "They have, Alpha. The level of Silver Dust in her system is dangerously high." Silver Dust?

He said it as though it were nothing. “I knew I shouldn’t have come to the human world,” I muttered. “Who is it? Derick? One of the servants? Or… Silver?” I teased. “Silver,” he repeated, tilting his head in amusement. “Why do you think they gave him that name?” “So it is Silver.” I breathed out. “Why don’t you tell him?” “Werewolves and demons don’t mix. It’s forbidden. Only two ever managed it — and one of them is already dead. Or so I heard.” He pulled a pillow into his arms, hugging it to his chest. “Enough talk. I’m sleepy.”

Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them. Silver flames had been kindled. And they would not fade quietly.