Jordan Silver Books In Order Novels & Stories

"She’s not a key. She’s a little girl." "She is both," the silver sister said. "She is the Anchor that will keep the Mother’s mind from shattering the Earth. And I am the Cradle that will hold her. Together, we are the Trinity. The Flame, the Anchor, and the Cradle. We are the new Architects." "I am nobody's Architect!" I lunged, my hand erupting into a blade of pure, liquid-red fire. I didn't hit her. I hit a wall of **Silver Silence**.

I would like to thank all of you who stuck with me through this series of books, and even those of you who have only read this book (or just two of the three). It has taken me a year to work through all three books, but I was determined to do my best to end the series on a sweet note. If you enjoyed this book and haven't read the other two in the series, please check out Under the Pale Moon (book 1) and Under the Blue Moon (book 2). Both are here on GN.

Ryder gazes into her eyes, and pushes her towards the pack house as his eyes move towards the sounds of the fighting, Freya nods then goes with Kitty towards safety. "Jyrki!" "I know, don't worry no one gets into the workshop or near those fountains," Jyrki links, cutting off my instruction knowing what my orders are. "I will say you look better prepared than I ever expected!" I hear a deep chuckle coming from the distance, making a deep growl reverberate through my chest. "Dagon, you have no business here, let alone no right to attack Silver Moon. Leave now, before I wipe you and your followers from the face of the Earth," I demand, stepping forward when Dagon comes into view with three bro

I whispered, dropping to my knees beside him. His eyes fluttered open. Focused on my face with obvious effort. "Calla?" His voice was barely audible. "How..." "Shh. Don't talk. We're getting you out of here." Eden and Rikka appeared beside me, medical supplies in hand. Eden's face went white when she saw the extent of his injuries. "Silver poisoning," she said grimly. "It's bad." Behind us, the fight was ending. The vampires cursed and snarled as they retreated deeper into the forest. Jordan's half-shifted form was covered in their blood, his fury still radiating through the air.

But a way for both to exist within the rhythm of the world. ​The New Covenant ​Leo stood up, holding the amber seed aloft. ​"We are not Miller Global!" Leo roared, his voice bouncing off the shattered glass of the Iron Peak. "We are not the Iron Trust! And we are not the Rogues of the past! We are the Silverwood!"

Mathius admitted. Yeah, I can’t imagine having three at one time. One is enough for now. Sapphire announces that it is time to open presents. We make our way over. Mathius has his arm wrapped around Emery who has a smile on his face. I watch as Niko opens present after present. Yeah these kids are spoiled and they know it. I laugh at something Arlo says when I feel a tug on my pants. Niko is standing there with a box. I take the box out of his hand as Rishard lifts him up. Candance has Jayson in her arms. “Are you fucking serious?” I say.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

“Malayah was placed under a spell and Enzo forced her kill and recorded it, sending it to my parents to torture my mother. Enzo eventually kidnapped me as well and I tried to get us both out but Malayah didn’t make it out alive. I blame myself all the time for her death. I was right there, I had him. I could’ve killed him and saved her, but I wasn’t strong enough.” “I highly doubt your sister blames you for her death. It sounds like you two were really close. It’s not your fault for the actions of others.” “I know, I was just stronger and should’ve been able to protect her. In the end it turned out the real bad guy was my uncle, mom’s brother. He was greedy and selfish, wanting all the power

“Gone. Every trace spell rebounds. Whatever she triggered… It’s interfering.” “Or shielding her,” Liora murmured. Selene had always known when to vanish. Silver stirred. All three of them froze. The child shifted, small fingers curling against the blanket, brow furrowing as though dreaming of something too large to fit inside sleep. Liora crossed the room instantly, sitting beside him, brushing her thumb gently across his temple. “Easy,” she whispered. “You’re safe.” Silver’s eyes fluttered open. They were silver—not glowing, not ancient—just his. Confused. Sleep-heavy. Still unmistakably a child.

The elders whispered the prophecy once more, words trembling on their lips: “When the moon abandons its pale light and turns the color of living silver, three children of the same blood shall rise. The first will awaken the Moon’s lost power, and three crowned wolves shall kneel before her. The second will carry the roar of kings, and the earth itself will tremble beneath his howl. The last will walk where wolves fear to tread, for love and ruin will follow her shadow. When the three stand beneath the Silver Moon together, the old world will fall… and a new kingdom will rise from their blood.” No one knew which child they had before them that night. Some elders dared to hope Silver was the f