Johnny Silver Hand Novels & Stories

<”I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver of Silvery Blood to a fight for the alpha title! His opposition stood there, he didn’t seem surprised and instead smirked. “Sorry. My name is Samuel Tidden, Alpha Pro Tempore of Silvery Blood. Elite warrior ranked 10th in SilverFang. The only one able to take my position is my alpha. Alpha Sam Silver of SilverFang.”

“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.

His gaze was piercing as if reading my every thought until he spoke again. "You're afraid that everyone will find out who you are because if they do, the danger will start piling up, and they won't leave. They might hate you for being different than them, despite the fact that you can heal everyone's wounds without any difficulty." I remained silent, unsure how to respond until the minutes departed, and I finally got the bravery to break the silence with a question I didn't want to know the answer to. "How did you know I was a silver?" "Didn't they tell you?"

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.

He felt a cold chill penetrate his flesh briefly and quickly withdrew his hand. “What did you do to me? Huh!” He was surprised when he looked at his arm and saw no trace of bruising. He poked it a few times with his finger and it didn’t even hurt. ‘How is this possible?’ He became curious to know more about these silver-haired strangers who mysteriously appeared in his barn, but he didn’t feel entirely safe around them, especially the mute boy. Thus he retreated a few steps and introduced himself to the lady. “I am Chad, Chad Berkley. What about you guys, do you have a name?”

"Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?" Dr. Riley sighed. “True, wolfsbane doesn't kill, but silver does—at least when left for a longer period in the bloodstream." I took the other tube from his hand and surveyed it. "But there isn't any silver here. How would they have gotten silver?" I questioned. “There is, in that one, if you look closely," he gestured for the tube in Harry's grip, the one that contained the wolfsbane we had seen earlier. Harry raised the tubes against the sun while he squinted. "I do see something in it, but barely."

"He described you like the back of his hands." The silence in the penthouse was deafening and intense. "Are you working with Dwayne Cage, silver?" I asked him in a serious tone. I leaned forward on my seat and waited for the lie. With shaking hands, Silver gently put his cup down on the table beside him. He knew that the jig was up. He leaned back into his chair and sighed. It was a sigh of sorrow. He chuckled in a bitter manner and shook his head.

He left before he did something stupid. That night, the Forgotten hit a bigger target— an underground fight club the Crimson Shadows used to make money and recruit. Kael led the raid. Kira and five others with him. It went perfect at first. Guards down. Cash taken. A message left in blood on the wall: The Silverfang lives. As they slipped out the back, floodlights snapped on. Ambush. Twenty Crimson Shadow fighters poured in, guns ready. Someone had tipped them off. Kael shifted fast—full wolf this time, silver fur glowing.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

He’d brought his hard c*ck out, pushing his briefs down until they sat under his balls. “I can’t hold on anymore. I need to f*ck you.” He had a hand gripped around the turgid stem, his thumb slicking across the wet tip. His eyes were on my fingers, watching them as I worked them against my cl*t. Silver laughed, removed my hand, and positioned his body right between my legs. “Impatient, are we, my love?” “Yes,” I groaned. “Need to c*m.” “Then c*m you shall,” Silver said as he stroked his thick c*ck, holding a red pack in his other hand.