Jordan Silver Books Novels & Stories

silver said trying so hard not to think negative. . . .

It felt as if the very moment I opened my mouth to make things difficult for Lilith, he stood ready to launch an attack against me. However, I said nothing, only offering a calm nod. “You look quite good in it, so just keep it.” Anyway, I had no intention of showing up at that marking ceremony. Under their astonished stares, I went back to my room and locked the door behind me. I pulled out a document folder. Inside was a map I obtained by selling off my jewelry. In my past life, I yearned deeply for the freedom of the south, especially the legendary Forgotten Pack, which was formed by wanderers. There were even private academies there that taught magic and alchemy.

I don't have a story plot yet so you have any ideas you'd like to see in this book let me know! The sixth book will be called The Silver Dragon Series: Alpha (I won't give away his name yet). Alpha **** is now 18 years old and will become the next Alpha of the Palmetto Pack. Remember good old uncle Thomas? He has a secret child that will be introduced in Maliyah's story. His name will be Brandon Brown. He will be gunning for Alpha ***** position as Alpha and revenge for his father. Each of these books will be published here in book 2 of the silver dragon series. I look forward to continuing this family's journey with you.

That silver thread connecting me to my source. The power flowed into me. I let it build until my skin glowed with soft light. Then I focused. Three streams of silver energy shot from my hands. They curved through the air and struck all three targets simultaneously. The targets exploded. The crowd went completely silent. "That is what a Lunar wolf can do," Kade said into the silence. "That is why the strays at our borders are interested in her. That is why I am training her. And that is why she remains under my protection until the threat is eliminated."

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

Since she had no clue what even Silver was talking about, she couldn’t comment. “He will be fine. He is an Alpha King, he will come back soon,” Zion held Silver’s hand to calm her down. “But what did you do to him? What did you do, Silver?” Layla had her voice toned down, but it was because she was filling herself with energy. “I did nothing. He wanted me to help him, so I did.” it offended Silver that Layla always took her actions wrong. She had always accused her when Silver’s intentions were just pure.

I could already imagine Jordan locking my ankles into those, keeping me wide open for whatever he wanted to do. “This is a set of glass wands,” Jordan went on, pointing to some objects placed on a velvet-lined shelf, sleek, twisted and in different sizes. They looked cold and smooth, perfect for sliding inside when the heat got too much. I stepped closer, touching them, already imagining them being used on me. A pair of shiny silver spheres of weighted Ben wa balls sat in a little box. Jordan picked them up, letting them clack together. "These stay inside you all day," he murmured. "Every time you walk, you'll feel me."

The wind shifted over the village of Brindlemark, carrying with it the smell of rain, woodsmoke, and something metallic that Kaelen Thorne could not place. He sat hunched over his desk in the loft of his small home, the flame of a beeswax candle throwing long shadows over the cluttered parchment and ink stains. His spellbook lay open to a page on fire wards, though his eyes had drifted long ago from the curling runes. Instead, the margins were filled with sketches of forests, stars, and faces he had never seen but always dreamed of—sharp features, pointed ears, and hair that shimmered like moonlight.

Unlike others which were created beautifully, it was a notebook that looked like it had faced hardship in its whole life. But, unlike the books surrounding it, it was still intact and not on the verge of perishing like ash. Mallory took a closer look and almost flinched after seeing that it was glowing in a hue of silver. [Don’t worry. That’s Silver Energy! It can’t hurt you, but I can’t be certain if the other werewolves wouldn’t be. Don’t even mention the vampires!] “W-what’s the Silver Energy?” Mallory asked, while cautiously looking at the book covered by it.

"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**.