Jordan Silver Ebook Hunter Novels & Stories

This time, it was a deeper wound on his chest – causing him to stop and shifted back into his human form. Silver howled at him – as if declaring her victory. She let Leila take over and she shifted back to her human form. “Leila…” Hunter called her worriedly, but he took a slow pace when he saw Donovan lying on the ground – full of blood. Leila gave Hunter quick glance – as she looked at Donovan, who was now spitting with blood. “H-How…” Donovan tried to say a word – but his wound was just too deep. It seemed like Silver had cut his chest deeply – but he didn’t even notice it. He was just too focused on his own attacks – giving an opening to Silver’s discreet offense.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

"Yea but that was a big slip up on our part." I looked at Elodie, "Can you pick a bird and fly back and check to see if it's there and fly right back?" Elodie looked amused, "It’s close to nighttime so I think an owl will do." Addie gasped as Elodie's body changed into a beautiful white owl with those light blue eyes. She took off immediately and Mercer looked longingly after her. "Part of being a Jinn is being able to take animal forms, but her hunter abilities amplify that by being able to take the form of any animal that exists or has existed." "She can turn into any animal she wants whenever she wants?” Addie looked at me disbelieving. Mercer laughed, "Yeah and she's beautiful in whateve

Another hunter swung a silver chain. It wrapped around a wolf’s neck. The animal cried out in agony as smoke rose from its fur. Silver. The chains were made of silver. Elara’s heart pounded. She had heard stories. Silver harmed werewolves. She had always believed they were myths. Now those myths were bleeding before her eyes. The black wolf tackled another attacker, sending both crashing through broken stone. The ground shook. One hunter reached Elara. He grabbed her wrist. “Come quietly.” She pulled away.

I laugh at her before taking a deep breath. “I wish to see Hunter Ysrael of the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack,” I whisper and it seemed like my words were carried by the butterflies into the wind as the wind whistled and rustled through the trees circumvallating us. The next moment I saw the water in the river ripple before my reflection in the water distorts to show Hunter standing in what looks like a mini-library. My heart thuds at the mere sight of him. Realizing how Goddess I miss him so much, and when I saw him in that sexy tight button-up shirt and leather pants I felt myself getting wet.

“But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.” A gasp filled the circle, and just like that, after simply hearing his name, the little hope that I managed to instill in their hearts exploded to a whole new level. Compared to the Silver Myst, and the fire that his mere name inspires in all law-abiding wolves, I was nothing. And I was perfectly content with that. F

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

I knelt quickly beside Kylian and pulled the object free carefully. Kylian unfolded it immediately. Both of us went still. Only seven words were written inside. “The Silver Wolf has finally entered Linderia.” Cold silence settled between us. Then Kylian slowly lifted his gaze toward me. “This started long before, our Luna, Alicia arrived.”

I’d happily kill Harriet, and now that I can feel the full force of our bond, I can understand why Jericho wants to kill Easton so badly. I’m no longer taking joy in Easton’s suffering anyway. He lost weight. His eyes have sunken into his skull. His once shiny hair is lacklustre and falling out in clumps. In places, his skin has broken open and is weeping with pus and blood. The silver is slowly killing him. “Before you do it…I want to ask him a few questions. Can Magnolia hear him through all the silver?” Jericho nods. “I’ll make sure she hears. Give me two minutes.”

she was the moon goddess. "Lycans to you, it is spoken, your powers have departed from you and you shall be deprived authority over other supernatural beings and your dwelling shall be among them, they shall make you live as they do: and on every full moon night, you shall live as a beast with no bearing of humanity. But 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 prophecy be fulfilled."