Jody Silverman Novels & Stories

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

Mike smiled up at me. “I need you to keep Lynn with you. You are her protection.” Oh hell no, is this what he wanted me to do, protection duty. “What are you playing at Mike? I will help you deal with Joseph but I am not keeping that woman with me and protecting her. Forget it.” Mike glared at me and I glared right back. He had me fucked up if he thought I was doing this, I’m not a guard dog. I am Jensen Daniels, the biggest name in New York aside from Joseph King.

Until I felt that I possessed the asphalt. From one moment to another they took our cloth bags, a guy with black glasses, black hair full of gel and a beard in the shape of a padlock and smoking a cigarette, began to talk to us. "The couple in the photo... They did a stupid thing by messing with Jeison." Jared didn't keep quiet. "He tried to rape my girlfriend, what was he doing then?" "Contact his father, not expose him like that." "Because of you, he behaves that way."

Bryan suggested and so we all followed until we arrived at the Alpha's room, Bryan pushed the door open with his legs and both he and Harry dragged him and played him in the bed. Doctor Levine started fussing over Alpha Jaxon, checking his vitals and doing a brief checkup while Bryan narrated to her what was wrong not leaving anything out, he seemed to trust this lady, but then again they were all pack members and he wanted to be transparent with them in whatever it was he was doing. "He has silver in his body, how long has he had it?" She asked not seeming to care about the rest of us who were brought into the room, focusing on checking him and seeing if she could save him

“With a maid. A quiet one.” “See that you do,” came the answer. And just like that, it was done. The bargain made. The deal signed in glances and assumptions and the language of men who had never heard the word no. The unnamed man stood last. He was tall. Still silent. He didn’t glance back at her. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t even blink in her direction. And somehow, that was worse than all the rest. When the door clicked shut behind them, Elara still didn’t move. Her limbs were starting to ache from holding the posture so long, but she knew better than to shift until dismissed.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

I was drawn to his voice but I struggled against it. I wasn’t a killer. I didn’t crave violence and blood and death. Did I? I whipped my head towards Jake. There must have been something in my eyes, something ominous, because Jake dropped his hand and recoiled. “This is who you really are,” Silver said. “Embrace it, Johnson. Embrace your true self. Stop struggling. Give in. I promise you won’t regret it.” Silver’s voice was steady and hypnotic. I found myself nodding along.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

It was honestly quite strange, and Gretel sat there, fixed at her seat, as Silver talked, and talked, and kept on talking, before talking a little more, and then topping it all off with a little more talking, as if talking was the only thing that he could possibly do, and was the one and only way forward in the situation that he was in, as if talking was his one true calling, and it was his destiny to talk, and talk, and talk, never stopping or ceasing for breath as he kept on the road of talking and chatter. Gretel, after a bit, became steadily more and more concerned for his lungs and throat. It was a surprise that he was still going on, now discussing batteries and their usage and how lon