Jody Silverman Novels & Stories

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.

She was Jade Adler, the Gothic troublemaker who had almost burned down the school during a chemistry practical. In a few minutes, the principal, Mr. Dolan, was making his way through the crowd with some teachers. He held a megaphone which he spoke through as soon as he stopped right underneath where Jade hung. His bald head shone under the bright sun as he told her to come down as calmly as he could.

As Darian begged on his knees, I didn't even bother to look up. I just kept stroking the trembling snow wolf pup in my arms. "Maeve, please..." Darian’s voice cracked with a sob. "I know Amara was behind the silver fox, that she cut herself at the clinic..." "I know everything," he wept. "Please forgive me. Give me one more chance." I finally lifted my head to look at him. "You think that's what I care about?"

Jake asked in the same tone. "How much can you pay for... Oh wait, who's this beautiful lady here?" that man asked. "Eva. Eva Silver", I forwarded my hand with an awkward smile. "Silver?" he raised a brow and looked at Jake and Jake gave a nod. I was standing still waiting for a handshake. "I'm sorry. I'm Gavin. Gavin Smith", he shook my hand. My small hand barely held his large hand. "Honey, who's that?" I heard a feminine voice from inside. Before any of us responded the source of that feminine voice came to the door. She had hazel eyes and a pale skin tone. She is short and beside Gavin she is little.

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

Sienna: The soft clinking of silverware and hushed murmurs of conversation filled the restaurant. It was quiet, elegant, the kind of place you’d never imagine walking into without a reservation or three weeks of planning. And yet, here I was. Sitting across from Damon Lockwood. At a candlelit table. In a private corner. With a waiter who looked like he cost more than my entire wardrobe. A place where I knew that I most likely did not belong, judging by my rank and everything that I've learned to live with.

I asked, whipping my hair to the other side in order to get a better look at him. "Alpha Denver takes his position very seriously. He locks up everyone who disobeys him in this cell, just because he's superior to everyone else around him." He stated with a sigh. "Those bars have a silver center, so no point in trying to break free," He added when I began to pull at a bar again.

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.

“I don’t believe we have met though, and I am a loss on even your name.” Her smile floundered a bit. “Yes, of course. I am so rude. It has been almost 10 years after all.” She held her hand out to shake Eric’s first before turning her gesture to Matthew. “My name is Samantha Silver, Alpha of the SilverFang pack. You dealt a lot with my late father, he considered you his closest ally in the region.”