Jordan Silver Ebook Hunter Novels & Stories

The girl stands there for a minute longer and then she starts to flicker, like she's a projection of some sort. My jaw drops. Is this a trap? The girl continues to flicker until she disappears completely. Soon, it's like she was never there at all. A loud sigh raises the hair on my arms. "You said you knew how to cast spells." A Silver Hunter comes into view, his hands curled into fists. "I do know how," a second Silver Hunter snarls. "No spell is perfect." My breath catches in my chest. Silver Hunters know magic? Don't they hate magic and everything related to it? Isn't that why they're at our school?

“Gods, you’re impossible.” Kael’s hunters weren’t ghosts. They bled, same as the rest of us. And I wasn’t about to stop just because the trail dipped into darkness. Not when the pendant still burned against my chest like a brand. Not when every step brought me closer to answers about who killed the Luna, about why Silver Ash had chosen blood over loyalty. About why I’d spent my whole damn life being treated like an outsider when the truth ran deeper than any of them wanted to admit. Behind me, Grayson was sharpening his blade, the steady rasp of steel against stone cutting through the river’s churn. He was the quiet one, always watching, always weighing. But I didn’t miss the way his eyes tr

Yet he stands between me and death anyway. Why? The question unsettles me more than the hunters do. The lead hunter raises his weapon fully now. Silver aimed directly at Rowan’s heart. Silver always aims for the heart. Silver always kills. “Final warning,” the hunter says. Rowan doesn’t move. Doesn’t submit. Doesn’t retreat. His silence is answer enough. The hunter pulls the trigger. The sound shatters the alley. Silver tears through air. Rowan moves faster than human perception allows. He shifts partially.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

Gabriel asked. "Don't you know anyone that own a zoo, if you don't then we waltz in there and steal their owl" Minx said casually. "Actually I know someone and he owes me a favor," Oliver said and he left the room to get the owls. "I'll need silver chains, pure silver, and a silver sword too," Jordan said referring directly to Gabriel. "What do you need a sword for?" Gabriel asked concerned. "To kill any demon that attempts to walk through the portal," Jordan said firmly.

He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes. “She’s a hunter Alarick,” silver guy nodded and looked at me again. “So, did you have a good sleep?” Alarick, the silver guy asked. I groaned and look the other way, just when I am about to close my eyes, Alarick, the silver guy, softly grabbed my chin and controlled it to look at him. Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all.

The thought twisted something deep inside me, something fragile and dangerous. Then the door opened again. I flinched instinctively, my body tensing like a spring ready to snap. Hunter stepped back in, his expression already back to that cold, unreadable mask I knew so well—jaw set, blue eyes flat as winter ice. In his hand was a small white box and a clean cloth, the kind I used for cleaning my own cuts. He walked toward me without a word and dropped to his knees in front of me. I froze. Hunter Silver—Alpha, ruthless, feared in every corner of this city—kneeling in front of me.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

"Fight for the pack! Fight for our home! Don't let everyone die for one person!" Marcus raised the knife in anger. "You little—" I didn't give him the chance. With a final surge of strength, I threw my weight backward, slamming into his chest. At the same time, I seized his wrist and dragged the silver dagger's point toward my own heart. "Sienna, no!" Horton's desperate roar tore through the night. But it was too late. The silver blade pierced my chest, and agony ripped through me. But seeing the despair in Horton's eyes hurt even more.

One small exhale, barely visible, and something in him went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with peace. The gold left his eyes. Not gradually. It pulled back all at once, like a tide that came in too fast and overcorrected. Silver replaced it, cool and certain, and the man looking at me then was not the man who had taken that one step forward. This one had already made up his mind. I looked down at my hands. My nails had broken the skin on both palms. I had not felt it happen. Four small marks on each hand, barely bleeding, the kind you make when you hold on too hard to something that was never yours to hold onto.