Jordan Silver Murder Novels & Stories

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.

Daniela glared at her, her wolf clawing to break free and tear Angela apart. Gideon silently observed everything. Now He finally understood why his wife had insisted He accompany her shopping today. “You poisoned Jordan with silver, didn't you?” A horrified gasp escaped Victoria. Esther widened her eyes and Fin blinked in shock. “You bitch! You tried to kill my son!” she screamed, lunging towards Daniela before Rebecca restrained her once again. “Not just silver,” Angela corrected coldly. “It was mixed with another lethal drug. It will slowly paralyse him until it kills him.”

“Who.” I point toward the bathroom without taking my eyes off Sera. “Tranquilizer. Dart gun.” Soryn vanishes. A second later, there’s a wet sound from the bath and a choked gasp. Soryn returns holding the attacker by the collar like he weighs nothing. The man’s mask is ripped off, face bloodied, eyes wide with terror. “Talk,” Soryn says quietly. The man shakes his head violently. “I—I don’t know—”

"You can't leave me! We're mates! Chosen by the Moon Goddess!" "The Moon Goddess doesn't choose murderers as anyone's mate," Ethan shook her hand off in disgust. "Selene, you killed Clara. You've ruined everyone's lives, including mine." "I didn't kill her! It was those rogues—" "If it weren't for your actions, Clara would never have been driven to such despair!" Ethan's wolf radiated a scent of pure rage. "You drove her to her death!" "Take her out," Thorne commanded coldly. "Do not let this vile woman defile Clara's memorial."

His men moved quickly, following his command without hesitation, rounding up the unconscious and captured rogues. Meanwhile, Silas and Lucas struggled to support Adrian, each taking one of his arms over their shoulders as they dragged his nearly lifeless body back to Silver Fang. His breathing was shallow, his face pale from the wound on his shoulder blade, where a sword laced with wolf’s bane had cut deep. They hurried him to the healer’s quarters, where the healers jumped into action, examining the gash. “We need to burn the poison out,” one healer said, her voice urgent as she prepared her tools. Lucas nodded, his face tight with worry, and turned to Silas. “Go get the Luna,” he said, his

Her voice was cutting, defensive. “No, I am not accusing him,” I said, raising my hands. “I just… I need help. Silver was what was used on my dad. It’s the same poison that killed my parents in… in a dream I had.” I faltered, pulling back before I said too much. “Please, Jasmine. If anyone has any information about the Silver Crescent Casino, or who my dad was meeting there, please, I’m begging you, tell me.”

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

Aramis grunted, not because he was too passionate about Layla but because Hassel was still walking around and harassing others. “I wish he tries that on me. I will shrink his balls with my magic.” Silver clenched her jaw, hugging Layla and patting her back. “That won’t be necessary. Remember, I have told the werewolf counsel you are not practicing magic anymore.” Aramis sat down because he had some questions for Silver. “You spoke to Zion? Did he say something informative?” he couldn’t wait to find out why the wailing brides took Phoenix’s body away. “He told me how their mother died,” Silver started after breaking the hug from Layla, “it was not an accident. She was saving Phoenix that nigh

"One of Haden's kids who you convinced us that you had killed?" Silver, including the people standing behind him were dumb founded. "Get the phone fixed. I'll need it by tomorrow." I ordered with a blank look on my face and an emotionless blank tone. Silver glanced at the phone before he scoffed. "Why did you let them go?" He asked. "Is it because you didn't want to kill Mina's brothers? Or was it because you didn't want to upset your so called informant?" I made no move or reacted in anyway. I just stared at him.