Johnny Silverhand X Reader Novels & Stories

His beta wolf whimpered with anxiety as he quickly departed, clearly relieved to escape the tension-filled room. From her position on the floor, Sarah turned her gaze toward me. Despite her injuries, her beta eyes sharpened with observation. Her attention fixed on my right hand, which was bleeding profusely through the bandages where I had gripped the silver-infused wolfsbane gun. The silver essence was burning my palm, preventing my alpha healing abilities from closing the wound. "Alpha Silverstone, your hand..." she said softly, her voice strained from pain. "Let me help stop the bleeding."

Everyone categorized her actions as being all happy and jovial. “We just talked about the weapons, nothing serious though” “Ok, I’ll be in my room in case you need me. Silver called for some assistance” She blinked her eye. _She’s probably going in for a second round. She really sex driven, and I hope Silver’s also sex driven which would make them compatible in order to avoid any uprising differences_ I watched Ryan walking. He walked with dignity and self respect. Paying his respects as he walked closer to me. Jaden pulled out my right hand and planted a soft kiss on the back of my fingers.

I run my finger over it and she shudders and whimpers. My thumb starts burning almost immediately, and my wolf reacts right away. I retract my hand quickly and stand up. “Silver,” I say in disbelief. Tears spill from the corners of her eyes. I have to wash my hands to get it off me, but I can’t leave her side, not for a second. How’d she get silver in her? Who did this? “It was…him,” she struggles to say. Her voice is so low that I’m not sure if I heard those words well at first. “He was…there.”

A look crossed his eyes which I failed to recognize. He bowed instantly and kissed the back of my hand, "I am Silver, milady. Damien's best friend." "If you do not step away from her you would be my late best friend," Damien was standing at the end of the hallway throwing daggers on Silver's way. His eyes were fixed on our hands as he walked in our direction taking heavy footsteps. Ruhee took a shaky step backward and I didn't blame her, he looked intimidating. But Silver on the other hand looked amused. He left my hand with a wink.

Her expression unreadable. And beside her—Silver. Still handsome. Still perfectly pressed. But older now, and not as tall. Not as broad. Not as commanding. His jaw flexed when he saw Alexander. Then, almost robotically, Silver stood and extended a hand. “Brother,” he said, tone clipped. Alexander stared at it. Then walked right past. Silver’s face didn’t twitch, but the silence that followed was deafening. Across the room, a boy fidgeted. He couldn’t have been more than twelve. Blond hair. Wide eyes. He kept stealing glances at Alexander like he couldn’t decide if he was afraid or fascinated.

Chapter 72. Ava's hand snaked up her neck and touched the small swollen spot that had come about as a result of her kiss with him. Her night had been plagued with memories of his lovemaking to her and even now that she was at the office and supposed to be working, she could not take the memories of their night together out of her mind. However, what filled her with excitement was the realization that Mr. Silver was jealous when she was around other men. She didn't quite expect this to be true, but this morning on their way to work, she had intentionally flirted with one of the guards and the look in his eyes was more than enough to melt the sun. She wasn't certain of how she was going to tur

“I swear, Silver… no one will harm you while I’m near. You have my loyalty. My protection.” My heart lifted, a mixture of hope and disbelief twisting inside me. “You mean that?” “Every word.” He extended his hand, palm up, open and unwavering. “Swear to me, Silver. I will protect you, and you will trust that promise.” I hesitated, staring at the hand that promised safety in a world that had offered me nothing but betrayal. My instincts screamed caution, but the longing for someone—anyone—to stand by me won over. I placed my hand in his.

"You're exactly what he said you were. Too weak. Too soft. Too—" She moved. It wasn't a trained attack. It was pure instinct. Pure rage. She dropped the staff and lunged at me with her bare hands. I could have dodged, but I wanted to see what would happen when she finally stopped holding back. Her hands slammed into my chest, and silver light exploded outward. The force of it hurled me backward. I felt my back slam into a tree ten feet away. The impact knocked the air from my lungs, and I couldn't move. Silver energy wrapped around me like chains, pinning me in place.

But he was also Sheryl's stepbrother—the son of Alpha Pious's mistress—and that made him a reject in both families. He was mated to Silver. It was a political move, a forced bond meant to tie the Pious line to the Lycan bloodline forever. But Jackson didn't care about the politics. He actually liked Silver. He loved her fire, her sharp tongue, and the way she looked when she thought no one was watching. He had been waiting for twenty minutes when the door finally creaked open. "She won't see you, Jackson," Jenna said, her voice tight with disapproval. She looked at the flowers as if they were poisonous. "Silver is in a bad mood. Go home. Maybe visit another time... or better yet, never."