Novel & Cerita Jordan Silver Books

Was there an attack? The council has been concerned about Elle’s latest moves, especially now that the Willowa and Diamond Claw packs have been given a portion of Silver Run in return for their original land. Silver Run is the largest and richest territory in the United States, it’s the size of Pennsylvania and she’s just trading it for other alpha’s territory. It’s unheard of and it’s got the council terrified. Could they have attacked? Both Silver Run and New Moon are exceptional warriors, but we could never win against Council warriors. Every single one is half feral, their wolves forced to suppress their mate bond. A wolf denied their mate is dangerous.

The air shimmered with latent magic, words hanging like dew. Ari raised her staff, channeling a stabilizing ring of energy. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady though her heart pounded. “The world is rewriting itself because the pact we made the Silver Pact was never meant to last forever. It was a bridge between silence and renewal. Iluren has crossed that bridge, and now so must we.” A young adept stood. “And what are we crossing into?” Siran answered for her. “A conversation that has no end.”

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

The first silver light of morning poured through the high, arched windows of Luna’s inner keep, slicing into the war chamber in long, ethereal beams. Dust motes drifted through that pale glow, drifting above cold stone walls etched with centuries of scars. The lingering scent of embers still clung to the air, mingled with the sharp tang of iron—a reminder that the forge and the battlefield were never far apart. Soldiers clustered in dim pools of light, their voices hoarse with fatigue, armor clinking softly as they shifted. Boots scraped against ancient tiles, echoing like whispered warnings.

The rogue looked exhausted now like whatever strength brought him here was fading quickly. Still…his eyes sharpened when he looked at me again. “You truly don’t know,” he continued. I remained expressionless. “Know what?” The rogue swallowed slowly. “The Silver Wolf.” “Speak carefully,” I warned. The rogue nodded once. “There are stories older than kingdoms,” he said hoarsely. “Stories rogue packs pass down when royal bloodlines try to erase them.” I said nothing. The rogue continued. “They speak of a wolf touched by silver moonlight. Neither fully Lycan nor fully werewolf.”

They are desperately after something. A rogue slams into a human girl and I quickly tackle it and throw it into the nearest car, leaving a huge dent. “Run!” The girl doesn’t think twice before taking off. The wolf begins to circle me like I’m it’s next meal, but they made a grave mistake attacking the silver dragon. I use my earth powers, just as my mother has shown me, and snake vines along the ground, piercing the rogues one by one without the humans noticing. Slowly the rogues shooting arrows are pulled to the ground as they struggle to take a breath while my vines tighten around their necks.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

Will he even listen to me right now? My phone buzzes. *Silver: You can come over now. Go easy on him, he looks exhausted.* I get up, weaving through the aisles to where Silver and TJ are on the other side of the library. Slowly, I walk over to meet them. TJ doesn’t notice me immediately; he’s pressing on a calculator, still. Silver clears her throat to get his attention. “Christ’s,” he curses irritably once he sees me. For a second, I think he’s going to bolt again, but he sits still. His face looks pale, almost guilty.

And then, I found three different books, one was pitch color, another was burnt orange, and the last one was pure silver. I stared at the three books on the desk affectionately. If I had the time, I would have picked the three up by reading them all, but I must return back to my room before Talon’s arrival if I was not ready to witness his wrath again. My eyes shunned on the pure silver book. It looked extraordinary and unique. There was something attractive about it—maybe the color or the context. As I picked up the silver book, a chill ran down my spine. The pages were filled with cryptic messages and eerie illustrations. But one passage in particular caught my attention.

, 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.