Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

Pearl said, and she smiled slightly. "That's because I'm not used to you. The moment you stop crying everytime, we'll click. I really hate tears" the girl replied, sounding a little cold. Pearl wiped her tears again, and she nodded. "Good" Pearl sniffled. "Keep my name a secret though" the girl said, shifting closer. "I promise" Pearl faced her. "My father owns a casino in Spain, and my mother is Chinese... My name is Silver, Silver Banks"

My books on his shelves. I picked up the silver bracelet he gave me on our second anniversary. “For my future Luna,” he had whispered. Future. I set the bracelet down carefully. Then I opened the wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase. Lyra stirred anxiously. Are we really leaving? “Yes,” I whispered. Because I refuse to stay where I am only almost chosen. Downstairs, I heard the distant rumble of a car entering the driveway. Rowan was home. For one fragile second, I hesitated.

That silver thread connecting me to my source. The power flowed into me. I let it build until my skin glowed with soft light. Then I focused. Three streams of silver energy shot from my hands. They curved through the air and struck all three targets simultaneously. The targets exploded. The crowd went completely silent. "That is what a Lunar wolf can do," Kade said into the silence. "That is why the strays at our borders are interested in her. That is why I am training her. And that is why she remains under my protection until the threat is eliminated."

“Jessica, listen to my explanation...” He fell silent for a few seconds, appearing to recall something. “Lately, I keep having dreams. I dream that the person who completed the marking ceremony with me was you. You were gentle and dutiful, staying in the northern barrens to serve the elders.” He paused, a trace of agony slipping into his voice. “But in those dreams, my eyes held only room for Lilith. I neglected you, I hurt you... I was such a bastard. There was also our son, Lucas. Yes, in the dream, we had a son named Lucas.”

"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.

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.”

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

silver said trying so hard not to think negative. . . .

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 said, although he tried to hide it, in a problematic tone. Cain wanted to burst out laughing but he held it back immediately. Although Silver looked funny while being pitiful because of a woman, he was still the same person who annihilated the nobles who owned him before just because he didn't like them and they annoyed him. "Silver, I know a person who can fulfill that request of the Silver Moon. She has no presence and after a year of training with the nurturing group, she didn't even manage to make friends at all. Should I call her?"