Jordan Silver Ebook Hunter Novels & Stories

"Alpha Magnus is going to pay me millions of dollars in cash for your severed head." I was completely paralyzed, my lungs burning for air as a suffocating, pure terror locked my muscles firmly in place. The bounty hunter reached his free hand behind his back, drawing a long, jagged silver blade from a leather sheath strapped to his waist. Just as the hunter raised the lethal silver weapon above my chest, a massive, jet-black Alpha wolf exploded violently from the thick brush on the left side of the trail. In a blinding flash, Jordan attacked the bounty hunter with a feral, terrifying violence that completely defied human logic.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

I can't use the talisman unless we're super close together. I curse under my breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. "Hey." Brynn throws a rock, which hits the Silver Hunter in the back. He turns briefly, but it's long enough for me to seize the moment. I charge forward, the talisman held high. The Silver Hunter swings his sword, but I dodge and jab the talisman into his side. He screams as the life force is drained from him, his body falling limp on the ground. Suddenly, it's over. The Silver Hunters lie defeated on the ground, and we stand victorious. I breathe a sigh of relief, my heart still pounding in my chest.

“The knife was coated with pure silver, as are the bullets in this gun. One twitch and you’ll be a foot shorter. I win, either way, Hunter.” He shoots me anyway, in my thighs and I stumble just as Clyde stands up triumphantly from the stool he was sitting on earlier. I feel the liquid silver spread through my bloodstream, filling my every pore and latching onto my organs. The silver burns and yet it sends a chill into my bones that no prayer to the moon goddess could ever warm. I am having trouble breathing. The air feels like it is suddenly filled with silver fumes, sweeping from beneath my feet and looping around my head like an invisible corona, choking me.

"I'm here to see Finnegan. I have a proposition that will interest her." Another moment passes, then the door finally opens. A Silver Hunter with a thick beard frowns at me. He’s removed his helmet, but his sword remains at his hip, and he’s dressed head to toe in black—the Silver Hunter uniform. "You're that guy who's always playing wizard," he says. Anger boils up my chest. "Where's Finnegan?" He crosses his arms. "She's busy." I push past him and into the school. "Hey!" he shouts at me. "You can't just come in here!"

Silver poisoning flooded my bloodstream as the hunter twisted the blade, his face showing the kind of cold professionalism that made him more terrifying than any rogue I'd ever faced. "Jace!" Grace's scream cut through the sound of gunfire, filled with a terror I'd never heard from her before. I grabbed the hunter's wrist, preventing him from withdrawing the blade for another strike, and used my other hand to drive my combat knife into his throat. He went down gurgling, but the damage was done. I could feel the silver working through my system, could feel my strength draining as my body tried to fight off the poison. "No, no, no," Grace was suddenly there, catching me as my legs gave out. "J

Instantly, we feel Sirona’s pain at the loss of her mate. When we finally arrive on the scene, I realize that Eli’s fear was justified. It’s not that we’re outnumbered that is giving the hunters the advantage, it’s the silver. I slow my run as I look at the dead around me. I can see the silver leaking out of their bodies from the bullet wounds and I know we’re in trouble.

I asked I saw fear and guilt in eyes but I waved it away “ I wasn't in town, I also received a call of what happened and I had to rush down here.” I looked at him to be sure he is telling the truth “ Are you doubting me?” “ No, I am not, but thank God you are alive to guide me in taking my revenge.” I hugged him to reassure him that am not doubting him I left to my bedroom I carried my father’s silver dagger and a heart that no longer knew peace And so began my hunt for revenge

I am trying to determine which two are worse: Riley and Sapphire, Mathius and Sapphire, or Sapphire and Luke. I agree with Riley when he says it is Luke’s fault that my precious jewel has picked up the more colorful aspects of the Aussie language. Riley and Mathius argue with Sapphire like siblings, which I guess they are. Riley might not be her sibling by blood, but you wouldn’t know that with how they give each other shit. We have gone back to acting as we did before discovering everything. I still don’t like the idea of my precious jewel not having protection, but I need to trust her and her ability to protect herself. I know we are more aware of our surroundings and everyone we enc

I looked down at my ankle and whatever he had put there was hidden by pants. I slowly looked around, before bending to scratch my ankle. I pressed my lips together when I saw the silver chain that held six small wolf pendants there. I raised my head up and found Jamie watching me. I flushed and sat back up, letting my pants slide back down. I watched him pick his phone up and type on it, before leaning over to Timothy to whisper in his ear. Timothy glanced at me, nodding. He went to the podium after the doors were shut and everyone fell silent. He looked around the room.