Jordan Silver Ebook Hunter Novels & Stories

We learned that one of the families involved, the Porters, had fucked with Colt's wife years ago and though he didn't admit it, Colt had offed their son in retaliation. That would explain why his daughter was in the book. Then we learned that the book was old school and the fuckers had upped their game, they went digital. One of the SEALs found his woman in the lineup and shit almost went south. After we calmed Cord down the best we could everyone headed to their beds for the night. I stayed awake counting down the hours until full dark. If Lyon made a move it would be then. She was asleep next to me wrapped up tight in my arms and all I could think about was my child growing inside her. Why

Maybe it would visible to wolf eyes only. I went to my car and wore my sweatshirt and pants. I sat in the car checking my mobile and answering the inbox. Probably my family assume that I was partying with my friends and my friends may assume I was celebrating with my family. Simply it described my world. My father Robert Silver was the gamma of Grey Lake. My brother Ryan Silver took over his place five years back. My uncle James Silver was the alpha of the pack and his elder son, my cousin more like my brother Evan Silver took his position seven years back. Evan's brother Luca and I joined as pack warriors. I turned twenty-two today. I had everything I ever asked for. I don't know how it wou

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

He groans pathetically. I flex my hands. This crazy strength is really coming in handy. And just in time, because another Silver Hunter is coming right at me. It must be the one who followed Brynn–hopefully he stopped chasing her when he heard the fight happening in the courtyard. He swings his sword at me, and I’m able to dodge it, but then he kicks me in the back of the legs and I'm down, my head smacking against the grass. The staff flies out of my hand and lands somewhere I can’t reach it.

I watched as the silver burned his palm, but he didn’t make a sound, he just threw the knife from my hand across the room. The look in his eyes turned from anger to crazed. I knew he was bound to slip up in this frenzied state. Luckily for me, I was a Hunter. No, I wasn’t just a Hunter, I was the best Hunter in The Academy. I knew I needed clarity, I needed to remain calm, and the only way I could do that was to get a read on his thoughts. He grabbed my throat and I instinctively tried to pry his hands away, but in reality I was reading him like a fucking book. He planned to kidnap me, and throw me into a hallucination, one where I would never know the difference between real and fake. He wa

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

Dorian's POV The silver bullet tore through my shoulder as I dove behind the fallen tree. Pain burst across my chest, but I didn't have time to feel it. Three Shadow Council hunters were closing in, and I needed that phone. "He's down!" one yelled. "Circle left!" I pulled the bullet out with my claws, biting back a scream. Silver burned like fire, but the cut would heal—eventually. What mattered now was the dead hunter's phone lying ten feet away in the moonlight. On it was the proof I'd been hunting for months.

It soaked in, the silver binding on the book glowing with a faint, pulsing light. Caleb took the dagger. He didn't even flinch as he cut his own hand. He pressed his palm against mine, our blood mingling, hot and thick. "I, Caleb Morgan, accept the shield," he said. The Hall of the Silver-Oak groaned. The stone beneath our feet vibrated. A howl erupted from the woods outside—not one, but dozens. The Pack was answering. "Ethan." Caleb’s voice was a rough caress. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "The Hunters are already at the base of the mountain. They brought the silver-tipped rounds."

"The bloodline was supposed to be dormant." "Looks like you were wrong," I say, and my voice sounds strange. Ancient. Powerful. The silver light spreads from my skin to the air around me. The hunters take a step back, fear replacing confidence in their eyes. "Kill her!" the woman shouts. "Kill her now before she awakens fully!" All three hunters rush at me at once. I raise my hands, and silver fire erupts from my palms. The hunters scream as the fire hits them. But instead of burning them, it does something worse. It makes them fade, like they're being erased from existence.