Johnny Silverhand X Reader Novels & Stories

But the two had become the same thing. By the seventh day, sleep was impossible. Every dream was a loop—his sister screaming, Silver turning toward him with that same soft smile, his hands closing around her throat, Finch’s voice counting down in his ear. When he woke, the taste of copper stayed on his tongue. He told himself he was still in control. That the cruelty in his voice when he spoke to her, the roughness in his hands, the sharp orders, the jealousy—it was all tactics. But he knew better.

I kissed him again deeply as I felt him twitching in my hand. “I don’t want to finish like this,” he said almost hoarsely. I didn’t stop though; I wanted him to finish for me. He’s always careful to make sure I finish first, but this time, I wanted him to be the one to finish first. I wanted to take care of him like he always took care of me. “Silver…” he tried to protest but by the time he finished saying my name, it came out like a moan, and I felt his warm seed spraying into my hand and on the ground of the shower. I smiled in satisfaction knowing that I made him lose himself just with my hand.

Could it be that on this world, was there still any other thief with excellent stealing technique that had not been admitted into the ‘Silver Hand’? In fact, there truly was that kind of little thief that was at a godly level which did not belong to the ‘Silver Hand’. There was no need to talk about “that” certain thief joining the ‘Silver Hand’ for at this moment, as it was very likely “that” certain thief still had never heard of the ‘Silver Hand’.

I don’t even mind being his slave for the rest of my life, as long as I can be near my mate I will be satisfied. Heaving a sigh to myself, I grab my clothes which are scattered around the room and before I can even put them on, I see the door handle turn and the door slams open. Silver enters and he has a gloomy look on his face, I can see the anger and the pain radiating within him. I didn’t flinch when he entered, not like he has not seen my naked body before. Silver is the one who took care of me when I am badly wounded from one of our extreme tasks and he treated my wounds. He is more like my guardian angel and I don't even care if he sees my naked body, there is nothing attached to it.

he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. I returned his gaze, feeling a surge of determination coursing through me. "What I want is justice," I replied firmly, my tone unwavering. "Lyra betrayed you, Silver. She kept this secret from you, from all of us. And I know you had feelings for her." Silver sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I thought she was going to give me a chance," he muttered, his voice tinged with regret. I placed a comforting hand on his arm, offering him a small smile. "She doesn't care about you," I reassured him, my voice gentle but firm. "She only cares about herself. But I can give you what she didn't."

I can never forget her annoying voice that made my blood boil. I froze mid-reach, heart jerking in my chest. No. Not now. Not while I’m under the freaking desk. Rylan didn't say a word afterall he can't say a word either. But I heard his tired grunt. Silver laughed. “What? You’re worried. No one is here, Rylan.” And then silence. Followed by a slow, amused exhale from Rylan. “Well, well, well,” Silver purred, the sound moving closer to where I was hiding. “Rylan, I love you. I told you time without numbers. We aren't related by blood so we can be together.”

Lilianith nodded and bowed her head slightly at his formality while showing a bit of gratitude for his hospitality, she walked inside and sat on the couch crossing one leg over the other while patiently waiting for Silver to do what she had asked. “Babe, someone is looking for you!!” Silver shouted as he closed the door and took his seat on the couch, opposite to the one Lilianith was sitting on, he rubbed his neck and stole glances at the female. He felt hot for some reason and squirmed around in his seat. “You do know I can see you staring at me right?” “Oh... Sorry about that, it's just that...” “Dont worry, I get that a lot. There's no man who doesn't look at me like they want to devour

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

The council had finally ended, leaving a trail of exhaustion and tension in its wake. Silver Hale stepped into the quiet of the Moon Shadow house, the soft glow of the hearth casting warm light across her silver hair. Her heartbeat still thrummed with the echo of the Alpha Council, but now it was no longer fear or anticipation—it was desire, electric and unrelenting, a pull she could no longer ignore.

Silver fire, coiled and pressing, urging him toward her, insisting she was already part of him in ways he could not name. He shook his head slightly, forcing his wolf back into restraint, though it whimpered softly, restless, impatient, aware of every thread connecting him to her. Control, he reminded himself again. We wait. We observe. Not yet. Yet even as he squared his shoulders and began to move toward the first set of Summit sessions, he knew one undeniable truth: Eira Thornwind had touched him in ways he had never anticipated. Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them.