Novel & Cerita Jordan Silver Murder

"He has been preparing for the Silver Moon Wolf for three hundred years. Every marked wolf in every pack, watching. Waiting. Recording bloodlines, searching for the signs." The younger female guard suddenly convulsed, black veins spreading up her neck. "No!" she screamed. "I didn't tell them anything! I didn't—" She collapsed, foam tinged with blood bubbling from her mouth. The kitchen servant backed away in horror. "He's killing her! The Collector is killing her through the mark!" Wendy dropped to her knees beside the convulsing woman, her hands glowing silver as she pressed them to the guard's chest. She could feel the mark inside, burning like acid, destroying the wolf from within. The Co

’ Silver thought to himself no longer feeling pain, his eyes closing themselves and he took his last breath. Morris stumbled on his feet tipsy, he forgot his phone in the changing room at the cathedral. He stepped in the premises and looked around, he saw Silver’s car still in the parking lot. “That's odd, could've sworn everyone was gone.” He said and entered the cathedral. He walked around, looking from changing room to changing room trying to find the one where his phone was in, after a while of searching he found it and picked up the device. Morris turned on the phone and looked at the time.

“They were going to throw her cage in the water and let her drown. I think her assassination attempt is warranted.” “He was technically helping her by letting her out of the cage and removing the muzzle.” “Because he wanted to fuck her,” I return. Jordan ’s silvery eyes gleam knowingly as he looks at me. “And you don’t?” I grunt. “Entirely not the point. I didn’t try to drown her.” “Fair,” he replies. “Well, it’s a good thing you anticipated their usual fuckery. She would have drowned if Kev hadn’t pulled her out.”

"I'll be at the station in a few minutes." Detective Silverman walks into the police station, he walks up to Frank, who is busy typing on a computer. "What do you have for me, Frank?" "Our Victim's name is Jasper Mikkelson, he is 24 years old and from Ukraine and died 1 year ago in a home invasion, he was killed along with his parents and 3 siblings." "Do you think this victim stole that person's identity?" "That would be very difficult, I matched their fingerprints, dental records, and blood type, this is the same person." "So he died twice? I don't understand." "Well there is a report that says he was pronounced dead but his body was stolen from the morgue before he could be buried." "So a

" Marcus couldn't complete his statement when Silver grasped him by the collar and raised him up to his feet. Dante was indeed surprised by the strength Silver possesed out of anger. "What the fuck did you say?", Silver asked, gritting her teeth in rage as she lifted her fist ready to punch him in the face. Marcus knew that he deserves what was coming for him for the cause of Ann's situation right now so he didn't make any attempt to fight back. "Stop it Silver, you shouldn't be doing this now", Dante pulled Silver's hand from Marcus collar. "He killed her", Silver screamed at the top of her lungs as Marcus staggered back to the wall weakly. She tried to reach for him again but Dante held he

His expression confirmed my suspicions, and before he knew it, I used the thumbscrew on his thumb. Because he was caught off guard with my words, the pain this time around went through to him, which got him screaming out loud. Not bad, but this is just the beginning. "Tell me, were you the one she used to get rid of the ladies; what exactly did you do to them? Did you have them killed?" Despite the pain, he still refused to talk. I got up and went back to the table to change the thumbscrew to a clipper-like shape device.

Dimitri states. “But according to what my father told me, all the known silver dragons were killed. Everyone was accounted for. How is that possible?” “Were they,” asks Dimitri. “The eyes are easily deceived especially among chaos. I think a silver dragon with the aid of a warlock or witch faked their death. As to who that is remains a mystery. It could be anyone.” “Please tell me you’re joking. I don’t like your theory.”

“She was brutal, decisive and ready to kill a lot just to get what she wanted.” “She thought Jade could not do the same, that Jade was probably too kind-hearted to play the same tricks as her. Even I thought so too.” Silver sighed and opened the book to the end. “Until that day.” Silver almost felt like laughing, the smirk on his face could not be hidden. “Lana's husband was found to be impotent so she killed him and set her eyes on Jade who was pregnant for you.” “Wait.” I stopped silver. “What about my siblings?”

What for? My confusion barely had time to settle before another presence entered the room. A man with a big scar on his face. He spoke quietly, uneasily. “But Dylan said we should keep her here. What exactly do you want to do with her?” Before he could finish, Silver turned and slapped him hard. The sound cracked through the room. “I want to kill her,” Silver snapped, her voice low and vicious. “And I want to put the blame on Dylan.” My blood turned to ice.