Heartless Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

I screamed. ​I ran toward him, but Silas stepped into my path. He raised the bone scythe, the silver blade humming with a lethal energy. "The Tenth Life was always meant to be the last, Elowen. You don't need a heart to jump. You just need a soul. And I have a very large jar waiting for yours." ​He swung the blade down. ​I didn't have time to think. I threw my arms up to protect my face, the black vein on my wrist glowing so bright it was blinding.

I didn't want to accept it but Silver scared me. "Why are you frightened?" Silver asked, looking at me. I was missing my high heels. I gulped, " Nothing." I managed. "She's lying." She muttered to Elizabeth. I gulped as dread made my heart kick. "Don't fright her with your questions." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Don't mind. She can't help her attitude. Which is not an attitude. It's her nature. " "Beth," She pinched her pink lips together. She opened the wooden door.

Gloria said and David chuckle. “So what was I to you?” He asked. “My heartless husband,” Gloria replied. “But I loved that heartless man, too,” Gloria confessed. “Now this heartless man will show how loving a husband he can be.” David flipped them around and press her onto the bed to kiss her passionately.

Stacey's p.o.v. I walked into the house slowly, it took some time to convince Roy that I skipped a day of work because I wasn't well, at first he wasn't buying the story until he saw my arms, he seemed very concerned and sent me home earlier than the usual time. "Lewis keep calm," Lizzy's voice came through the living room. I quickly rushed in there and found Lewis on the ground, he was kneeling while Lizzy was standing next to him, his chest was rising and falling with each breath he took.

she said. Aetos blinked a couple of times. He was confused as he doesn’t understand anything. It was like he was been played and messed up but he can't do anything. "Just what then hell have happened?" he muttered to himself and walked away. One thing about Silver is that, she has the gift of her voice. And only Lupus knows about that. She can make anyone do what she wants as long as they have even a tiny bit of interest, respect, affection and desire for her.

Now the words Father said made sense. "Princess, if there is nothing else, let me introduce you to your maids." Three maids that I had not noticed initially stepped forward and curtsied toward me. I nodded at them in return before glancing back at Cassius. "Introduce yourselves," he instructed them, and one after the other, they stepped forward and did so. The first maid: "Your Highness, my name is Elara." Second maid: "And I am Seraphina." The third maid said, "I am Sigrid."

Not from the matriarch, but inside herself. Every warning the silver-haired woman whispered reverberated in her bones. “I… don’t remember,” Elise lied breathlessly. The matriarch studied her for a long, unreadable moment. Then she nodded once. “Enough for tonight. Everyone dismissed.” The disciples obeyed. But Elise didn’t move. Her hand drifted instinctively to her chest. Something burned sharply there. She looked down. A small, pale scar had formed right over her heart—shaped like the crescent of a newborn moon.

I could hear his fear of losing his only son as he rushed down the stairs “If you did anything to hurt him, Silverheart, I swear I’ll…” That woman, or rather, Elowyn Nightmoor, trembled again near me, but now it didn't seem to have anything to do with surprise or weakness in her body. Her breathing hitched, and I could see tears glistening in her eyes against the light. Elowyn's lips moved strangely, as if she were saying his name again and again, but no sound actually came out.

The room was dim, lit only by the flickering embers in the hearth, but it couldn't hide the way his chest was heaving. "You're hurt," I whispered, reaching out toward the blackened, smoking fabric of his vest where my power had struck him. "Silas, I hit you. I didn't know... I didn't know I had that in me." He caught my wrist mid-air. His skin was scorching, but his gaze was cold as a winter night. "What you have in you, Elara, is a death sentence. Do you understand that? You aren't just a human girl I bought at an auction anymore. You are the Silver Spark. The herald of the Great Shift."

the men snickered as they all turned to Elise. A tethered cold chill ran down her spine when she saw the items beside them—from silver chains to weapons of imaginable torture—that would make anyone terrified to death. “Who the hell are you people? What do you want from me?” She called with a snarl. She bared her teeth to the males, showing them a fearless expression inside of a terrified one, even though her body trembled. “Oh wow, they were right about silver-night women being beauties, but she. Feisty one, ain’t she?” They all snickered.