Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

At that exact microsecond, Jordan feels like the entire hall is spinning gleefully around his head like a wild forest carousel. He parts his teeth, about to speak a smooth word to my white shirt, but Harvey Jupiter forcefully butts his heavy chest right into the middle of our circle. "You actually know Master Franklin's name, Jordan?" "Yeah." Jordan happily meets Harvey’s annoyed gaze, his voice dropping into a quiet, whispering frequency as he leans his head closer to his brother's shoulder. "He is the true silver-eyed goddess—the exact supreme warrior that my tongue told you guys about last moon. My claws are going to pursue his heart for my nest."

Jordan walked past Misty and offered a fist bump to Emma who smiled weakly and bumped her fist onto his. He sat on the arm of the sofa and eyed Emma intently. "What?" Emma said. "I'm trying to figure out what kind of luck you have." "It's called talent," Hellena said. "No, for Crestfield, maybe. But to land a date with the Silver Wolf himself..." Jordan shook his head. "What's he talking about," Hellena glanced at Emma. "Oh, you haven't heard?" Jordan's face brightened. "She's going on a date with a film star."

Chef Isabelle Moreau continued,trying to calm them down, “and I can see the men are not impressed… by my idea of distraction except for our diva Luke, of course—he’s blushing. Next week we will have the female version so don't think the men have it easy." The entire class burst into laughter. Chef Isabelle Moreau turned to the strikingly handsome tall man beside her. “Please introduce yourself, Silver.” Silver Adams. Popular Italian Model. He was dressed in luxurious royal attire as part of his latest campaign, promoting a high-end fashion brand. He bowed slightly like Royalty with a gloved hand across his chest in a smooth, confident gesture that only heightened the energy in the room. “I’m

"I ask to be sent to the Silver Dungeon. I will never step out again." The elders gasped. Kane just closed his eyes. Two streaks of hot blood tears rolled down his cheeks. This was his final way of repenting. I watched this ridiculous circus quietly come to an end. No pity. No joy. Just total release. The system's robotic voice chimed in right on cue. [Host, the portal is connected. You will leave this world in ten seconds.] [Ten.] [Nine.] I turned away. I didn't spare them a second glance.

It can't be, right? Jared then reached out with an outstretched hand seeking to claw Silver in the face. It was then that Silver's movement suddenly changed from being defensive to what I had to liken to a graceful dance of death. All of a sudden, Jared's attacks were no longer connecting, always a hair's breadth away from making contact. Silver, however, had no trouble whatsoever in drawing blood, and he drew it in gushes. I could hear the flesh and fur parting beneath his claws and Jared's roars of pain. Jared tried for the takedown, but Silver simply pivoted and hammered him with the edge of his fist, caught him in the ribs hard enough to break one or two. It drove him sideways, and Silve

Silver didn’t think that she would ever be able to find her way around the house by herself. Walking up to the door at end of the hallway, Jared knocked softly at the door on the left, waiting patiently until a muffled ‘come in’ sounded from within. Silver could hear the sound of her heart in her ears. Closing her eyes to take a deep breath, before opening them and coming in right after Jared.

I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Jordan stepped out of the darkness. He wasn't wearing a suit. He wasn't wearing a shirt. In the moonlight, he looked like a god of war. His chest was broad, sculpted with muscle and scarred from old battles. Sweat glistened on his skin, as if he had been running—or hunting. His eyes were glowing. Not a flicker. Solid, molten gold. "I... I was just taking a walk," I stammered, backing away.

He stood on top of the largest building of the city, he watched as he saw lots of blood being split on the floor. "You will pay for what you did!" Silver shouted as he change his form into that of a psychic vampire. He had a silvery-white hair, and a pair of blue wings that can be extracted and concealed within him. He was wearing a blue robe and by his right hand, he held a sword. The Dragon Sword. He went through the gate of the city and slayed those standing by the gate. "Come on out you scumbags, You have just tampered with another person's property and you shall all be punished by me!!"

The faint scent of silver drifted from them, a trick he used to test a wolf's endurance against pain. Carla's confidence flickered. She swallowed hard but tried to mask it with a smirk. "You want us to fight?" "No," Alpha Archer said, his tone as sharp as flint. "Both of you will stand there to endure." The warriors fastened the chains lightly around our wrists, not enough to wound, but enough that the silver stung faintly where it touched skin. My pulse raced as the burn bit into me, searing and cold at once. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound.

I was drawn to his voice but I struggled against it. I wasn’t a killer. I didn’t crave violence and blood and death. Did I? I whipped my head towards Jake. There must have been something in my eyes, something ominous, because Jake dropped his hand and recoiled. “This is who you really are,” Silver said. “Embrace it, Johnson. Embrace your true self. Stop struggling. Give in. I promise you won’t regret it.” Silver’s voice was steady and hypnotic. I found myself nodding along.