Jody Silverman Novels & Stories

He smiles at Blake and sighs. He pushes the case near Blake, and leans down against his chair. "No.... what you need, is this baby. An enchanted Silver Dagger that is dipped in the Ashes of the Ancient Silver Maple Tree. It can kill a Primordial vampire, but only temporarily. The Dagger must remain in the heart of the Primordial vampire to keep them incapacitated, otherwise they will revive. But if you ask me, it's best if you chop his damn head off." His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air.

CHAPTER 22 HYACINTH The dining room was quiet—too quiet. The clinking of silverware against plates was the only sound that filled the air. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Silas sat at the opposite end of the table, his posture rigid, his eyes deliberately avoiding mine, as if acknowledging me in this setting would somehow shatter whatever calm he was trying to maintain.

she said, her voice lacing with pride and a hint of superiority. “Aha…” Evelyn said, her smile never faltered as she turned to face Silver. “And you?” Silver’s introduction was laced with arrogance as she spoke. “Silver Reed, daughter of Mike Reed, the chairman of Skyline Broadcasting Network.” However, Evelyn’s response to them instantly dripped with sarcasm. “And I was thinking you two are some kind of big fish in the country. I had no idea it’s just some two ants I could easily crush.” Both Cynthia and Silver’s eyes widened in anger.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

Not the common golds or ambers of most wolves, but a rare, breathtaking, terrifying silver. ​ The moment my eyes met his, the noise in the dining hall vanished. The scent of food disappeared. There was only a roar of silence in my ears, and a frantic, impossible pull in my chest. It felt like being suddenly tethered to a supernova. ​ Kael Blackwood’s expression didn't change—no surprise, no smile, no recognition. But his silver eyes narrowed. Not in rage, but in assessment. They trailed down my body—the dress, the apron, the trembling hand—and then back up to my face. The sheer intensity was suffocating.

Jenna twisted, pulling out her cell phone, then re-opening her travel log. She paused, glanced at Adam with her innocent face. "Why?!" Adam snapped irritably. Jenna bit her lip, then showed him the note on her cell phone. "1000 meters ?!" Adam shouted right in Jenna's ear. *****

He was older, with silver hair and a sharp, calculating gaze. If I knew him personally, I would have recommended he get into workout. It might have helped him appear more appealing as his looks weren’t all that. “Just admiring the view,” I replied, forcing a smile. I felt his eyes on me, appraising, measuring. If I said his stare didn’t make me uncomfortable, I would be lying. He made me want to dress like a nun just so he wouldn’t look at me. The evening dragged on, filled with small talk and superficial laughter. My mind kept drifting to Markos. He was speaking with a group of people, but his eyes would occasionally find mine, a silent conversation passing between us.

Silver and her mother exchanged eye contact and kept quiet, Jane noticed this and continued "Well, he doesn't necessarily need to be here, you can just decide for him." Silver smiled sadly"I'm sorry but my husband won't be able to join us since he has work piled up. I'll decide what's best for the both of us." "Now, who said I had work piled up?" A deep masculine voice interrupted shocking them.

Silver said, her tone awfully sarcastic, her eyes on Elly before it came back to me, “I know what you are thinking but seeing him now would be quite impossible actually, so just message him later.” Hmm… I get her point, with this whole chaos, I doubt I would even make it past the first set of players. “Okay then, let's head back now, you coming Silver?” “Nah, I still have loose ends to finish up first, so bye then,” she replied and dashed right off, leaving only me and miss perfect alone. We both instantly separated and then she spoke. “So you really are friends with a Tan, huh?” Right… the mosaic isn't on good terms with the Tan family, well, seeing their prosecutors and Silver family are a

Silver walked to the stairwell, because she was not getting back in that elevator, and pushed through the door, and climbed to seventeen, and collected her files, and returned to her desk. She sat down. She stared at her screen for a moment. Then she picked up her phone and sent Skylia a text. *You were right about one thing.* Skylia replied in under thirty seconds. *I'm always right about everything, be specific.* Silver looked at the text. Then she typed: *He hasn't realized it yet. But he's getting there.* Three dots. Then: *Tell me everything.* Silver put the phone face down on the desk. She opened the execution plan draft. She had work to do. And some things were not her story to tell.