Jordan Silver Books Novels & Stories

"Yes, sweet, my child I am the moon goddess and I created the Lycans but because of their greed, I was forced to take the spirit of the Lycans away and make them ordinary werewolves. My heart bled that very day I did so. It was too painful for me to witness but I had to do what was right. I was so grieved that I gave them a way out against the wishes of the other goddesses and gods. They believed it was undeserved because my children were the cause of the war, to begin with." "A savior will be born 10,000 years to come; she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. Only through her can the prop

Thank you for pushing through and finishing book 1. Please let me know what you think! Book 2, Family Secrets is where I will publish any and all sequels. I am in the process of changing the title name to just The Silver Dragon Series. I plan for there to be a total of 6 books. Books 1, which you just read, through 3 will be Davina and Derek's journey to defeat those after her so she can live in peace. Book 4 will follow her daughter Maliyah, Book 5 will follow her twins and book 6 will follow her last child.

, was all dad said, and I shut up. " War is coming, and the goddess stands in the middle of each side. Those who stand against her will feel her fury. Feel her wrath. Goddess of earth, blessed, in human form. For only through her, can she save the world, or end us all before the dark moon wains", Jordan read with a horrified look on his face. He looked up to Ben. "How credible is this book?" He asked.

It wasn’t macho; it was math. Silver came later, in a windowless room with a table and a locked case, not as a thrill but as a lecture with props. With a gloved hand, Todd laid a handful of objects on a cloth—cutlery, jewelry, a small bar that looked like nothing—and told me the truth: how silver bites wolves, why it does, what it represents to them, and how it turns from defense to cruelty faster than you think if you wield it like a fantasy. He let me hold the bar with gloves, feel the wrong chill of it, then put it away. “Last resort,” he said. “The line that ruins a dinner table if you cross it for sport.” I nodded. I got it. Some power you respect by not touching.

Time to go hunting. *** CORD *** I listened to my brothers in the background as they ragged on each other, and gave thanks for that little bit of normalcy. For an outsider looking in you would never guess that we were in the midst of hell. That for months we've been embroiled in something dark, something that we were only just starting to fully understand.

I said to Israel as I pointed at the books I held. "If you don't mind, can I join you?" he inquired. "Of course. So you can also get an idea." We were sitting on a couch near the huge window where the huge bookshelf was. The room had many bookshelves and was decorated with many paintings, sculptures, and portraits of famous ancient people. The place looked pretty neat, like a library, but everything was luxurious, especially the chairs, chandelier lights, and carpets. We had been reading for almost thirty minutes. I needed to catch up on everything since I started the first book, which talks about the strengths and weaknesses of a silver werewolf and to avoid being targeted by other packs. W

Recognizing its owner. "Lucas!" She gasped. Her jaw dropped at the antique jewelry. It was made of pure gold with diamonds embedded in every surface, including the side that touched the skin. Flawless rubies decorated the head of the dragon, emerald eyes, and a large red ancient Jade that traces back to China's first dynasty, the stone served as a lock. This piece of jewelry has enchantment and can only be worn by a Dragon King's Argetlam. It won't unlock until they produced the next heir.

Mateo’s POV Silver. Every site I read, every blog, every old legend, it all said the same thing, silver burns them, weakens them, kills them if you drive it deep enough. I had read the words so many times that they were practically carved into my brain. It was their kryptonite. Their one true weakness. So when I held that small silver bracelet in my palm, feeling the cold of it against my skin, I could not help the smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

"If the child is a Primal Heir, the silver will prove it. If you are just a mutation, the silver will burn the corruption out of you. Either way, the Council wins." He didn't use the knife on me. He took the excess length of the silver chains and began to drape them across my belly. The weight was heavy. The cold was absolute. "You think this scares me?" I asked, my voice trembling, though not from fear. The silver was touching me now. It was sinking into the pores of my skin. "It should," Torin said. "Silver is the Moon's judgment. A Dud like you should be screaming by now. Your flesh should be melting."

He and the rest of the team got permission to train instead. Silver sits next to me, glued to her phone because she doesn’t take this class seriously either. “Well, aren’t we a prideful pair,” she jokes when she notices I have no books or pencils out to take notes. I tap a finger to my temple and grin. “It’s math. We can solve any question easily in our heads.” “Exactly!” It’s great having Silver around. If I’d made that same joke to Luke, he would’ve rolled his eyes, muttered something about me being a nerd, and then laughed anyway.