Hopeless Elsie Silver Vk Novels & Stories

I couldn't even tell if they were real or fake tears, but if they were really fake, DAMN I give the Morettis a 100 for their good acting skills. “Sorry about my wife, Mr. Silver. We're just really worried about Anya, we heard she was unconscious and kidnapped.” The voice forced me to turn around immediately, my gaze turning into a glare instantly. “If I were you Salvatore, I'd be on my knees in the next five seconds before I fucking lose it on you.” His eyes widened in confusion for some seconds then realization kickedin when his eyes fell on Anya properly, his face going pale when he met my eyes again.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

“I also still need to actually talk to Elly about it. We haven’t spoken since the whole… fiasco last night.” “Ohh right,” Silver muttered, her tone hinting a bit of mischief, “For what it’s worth, she didn’t exactly look devastated. If anything, she seemed to … pleasantly surprised.” I shot her a look,“ Come on Silver, I know you dislike the girl and all, but you don't have to paint her black in front of me, she was obviously shocked as I was yesterday.”

The car was already waiting in the driveway. Sleek, dark, and quiet—its engine a low purr, like a predator at rest. Elara had never ridden in anything like it. Her father called it a courtesy—“the least the Valtoris could do.” She suspected it was more of a message: We’re watching now. She belongs to us.

“I’m not sure you know who that is. You know what I was wrong. I’m not certain you’ll even see the light of tomorrow. I mean you just got here, and you’re already planning to kill Lady Lauren, Sheffield’s Student president. The iron princess of Andovia.” “Yeah, it doesn’t make her indestructible. She’ll pay one day, that's a promise.” I said as a hot tear dropped from my eyes. Brownwell was a pure man in spirit, one of the few good people left on earth. The gods wail for his death. “Elsa, I understand you want to get revenge for your friend's death, but trust me, you can’t beat her.” Isabel replied with her face settling low. “What’s the matter Isabel? It seems she did something to you.” I

She turned to me with a serious face. “What happened? One minute you’re here, the next minute you disappear. No message, no call. Nothing.” I took a deep breath. “I went to Silvercrest. There was no network there. They live like it’s the 1500s. No phones, no internet. Just wolves and weird rituals. They wanted us to bond.” Elsie looked at me like I just told her I went to Mars. “I was so worried. I thought something had happened to you.”

Grayson’s reactions were more interesting. “How can the bullet not hurt you? You should be dead!” I shrugged carelessly and gave him the only answer. “Because I’m Vladimir’s childe. Silver has no effect on him, and by extension me.” His face morphed into something akin to shock. “What? Silver kills even the strongest of vamps. How the hell could silver not hurt Vladimir? Who the hell is he?” “You’re not the first to ask that question and I promise, you won’t be the last.”

He looked frozen in place. “Peekaboo,” Silver said. Vlad's eyes widened. Silver attacked even before the other man could twitch in reaction. He released hundreds of spinning compressed blades of water at Vlad, reducing him to minced meat that splattered to the ground. Silver didn’t hear Vlad scream.

The contract was delivered on a Thursday. Lyra read the new report at her desk with the door closed and her father's household quiet around her. He was at a council meeting in the city. She had four hours. The report was thorough. Seraphina Voss. Born in the Southern Reaches to a woman named Mira Voss, unaffiliated, deceased. Brought to Ironveil at age three by a private contractor. Ward classification: Omega rank. The transfer was filed seven months ago following the Blood Moon Ceremony. Current employment: Velmoor Medical Research Institute, Section B. Current research focus: genetic suppression in unaffiliated wolves. Current status: suppression lifting, classification under reassessment.