Jody Silverman Novels & Stories

Daniel POV "I swear to God, Daniel, I saw Zyra. She came out of a car and attacked me," Silver said. "I don't think you know what you're saying," I told her. "Zyra should have been gone by now. If she wasn't, why hasn't she come back to me?" Silver's face tightened. "I just told you I saw her and that's the best you can say? You think I'm stupid? You think I'm seeing things?" She pointed to her neck. "Look, my neck is empty.

Chef Isabelle Moreau continued,trying to calm them down, “and I can see the men are not impressed… by my idea of distraction except for our diva Luke, of course—he’s blushing. Next week we will have the female version so don't think the men have it easy." The entire class burst into laughter. Chef Isabelle Moreau turned to the strikingly handsome tall man beside her. “Please introduce yourself, Silver.” Silver Adams. Popular Italian Model. He was dressed in luxurious royal attire as part of his latest campaign, promoting a high-end fashion brand. He bowed slightly like Royalty with a gloved hand across his chest in a smooth, confident gesture that only heightened the energy in the room. “I’m

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

“I chose her. Not because of politics. Not because of legacy. But because of what she has survived. Because she stood with me not for power, not for glory but just to stand.” His gaze swept over them. “Now I ask you—do you still stand with me? Or do your loyalties hang on old ghosts and broken promises?” No one answered at first. The wind tugged at cloaks. Trixie felt her stomach curl, prepared to walk away if they gave their answer in silence. Then an older woman stepped forward. Juna pack herbalist, silver hair in tight braids. “I’ve seen plenty of Lunas break under duty. But I watched that girl bring tea to my sick nephew without asking for anything back. I say we trust the woman Ryker tr

After one interview with Wolf Connor, the sexiest-slash-scariest man she’d ever met in the flesh, she’d accepted the job offer on the spot – all the while totally unaware that Silver was a fully patched-in member of The Road Devils MC. It had been one hell of a shock when he’d turned up the next day to meet the new accountant, and realized that the one-night-stand that he’d taken off on a few states over was actually standing in front of him. It had been rough – it had actually been hellish – between them for a while. But Jo and Silver had worked it all out, they’d opened up and been honest, and rediscovered each other while fully clothed. It had been nothing but a revelation to them that th

She had been telling herself this for eleven days. Seraphina Voss. I'm twenty-two years old. Formerly of the Ironveil pack, ward classification, Omega rank. Currently employed as a research assistant at the Velmoor Medical Research Institute, Section B, under Dr. Elan. Transferred from Ironveil seven months ago following the Blood Moon Ceremony. The rejected mate. Lyra set the first page down.

Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters. “Enough.” The elves shifted as a woman stepped forward. She was tall, her silver hair bound in intricate braids, her robes shimmering like woven starlight. Her presence was commanding, yet not cold. Her gaze fell on Kaelen, and something in her expression—sorrow, perhaps, or regret—made him shiver. “Lower your bows,” she ordered. The hunters obeyed, though reluctantly. The golden-haired elf frowned. “Lady Serenya—” She silenced him with a raised hand. “I will hear them first. If the boy is truly what I fear, we cannot let blind hatred decide his fate.”

The Alpha shouts to Connie. “OH, you feel good my love, I am going to have fun with you until your eighteenth birthday. I am going to break you” he says into my ear. He keeps thrusting and the guy puts silver powder on my wound and I see stars. This hurts so much that I want to die. After a few minutes, he is groaning and then comes with a loud growl, I can feel his cum filling my ass. He lets my hair go and pulls out of me and smacks my ass praising me.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

“Tell the wolf you found a pack made of paper.” I rolled my eyes. Then I typed. Silver: Got a job. The dots appeared so fast it hurt—like they’d been waiting with their thumbs hovering over the keys. Sammi: NO WAY. Where? Do they pay in blood or vibes? Silver: Bookstore. Cash. Vibes questionable. Owners… kind. A beat. Then: Sammi: I’m screaming. Jay says “finally” but in a cool monotone because he’s allergic to joy. Proud of you, babe. Eat something not in a bag.