Jordan Silver Reading Order Novels & Stories

Recognizing its owner. "Lucas!" She gasped. Her jaw dropped at the antique jewelry. It was made of pure gold with diamonds embedded in every surface, including the side that touched the skin. Flawless rubies decorated the head of the dragon, emerald eyes, and a large red ancient Jade that traces back to China's first dynasty, the stone served as a lock. This piece of jewelry has enchantment and can only be worn by a Dragon King's Argetlam. It won't unlock until they produced the next heir.

In an instant, Jordan felt what was coming at him was not a third-grade Silver Scales Spear but a monster that was running wild and a destructive storm. Then, Jordan raised his Groundbreaker Shield to block himself. Bang! The loud noise was like thunder striking the ground. Light flashed on the surface of the Groundbreaker Shield, and it swiftly exploded into pieces. The massive impact from the explosion blasted Jordan away at once. His arms crackled as it broke, his internal organs suffered from the blow, and he soon spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, like a meteor, Jordan was tossed seven meters away, smashing through a wall next to them. As he was stuck in the hole, there were no movemen

Jasper ripped the moonstone pendant from my neck—the sacred symbol of the future Luna. It was my most prized possession, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. But as it shattered on the floor, I didn't even blink. An inexplicable frustration flashed in Jasper's eyes. "You really don't care at all?" I shook my head calmly. "If Jasper doesn't want me to care, I won't." Jasper froze. Isla walked over to our parents, giving them a look to leave the room. "Mom, Dad, Jasper, I'd really like to see if Aurora is telling the truth."

"She’s not a key. She’s a little girl." "She is both," the silver sister said. "She is the Anchor that will keep the Mother’s mind from shattering the Earth. And I am the Cradle that will hold her. Together, we are the Trinity. The Flame, the Anchor, and the Cradle. We are the new Architects." "I am nobody's Architect!" I lunged, my hand erupting into a blade of pure, liquid-red fire. I didn't hit her. I hit a wall of **Silver Silence**.

A ghost who was guiding my hand from beyond the grave. I picked up the book. It was an old copy of The Master and Margarita. My favorite. Our favorite. Of course. I ran my thumb over the embossed cover. This was it. The weapon. The key. I tucked the book and the letter into my jacket and walked out of the vault, my head high. I was halfway across the marble floor of the bank lobby when I saw him.

she spat. Silver’s hand tightened a little but he kept his condescending gaze on his face. “I guess we will have to wait then to see. In the meantime, however…” Starting from the left, the men started to drop to their knees, clutching their throats as Silver suffocated them. When the last one died, he spoke. “Consider this payback for touching my woman.” The dragon moved and disappeared into the forest, heading towards us. Before he got to us, Cain and Kaden shifted into their wolves, picking the three of us on their back and running back to the car.

It was erratic, thumping way too fast against his skin. I scrambled to the kitchen, finding a rusted hand-pump sink. I pumped it until a stream of cold, muddy water coughed out. Filling a cracked mug, I ran back to him. "Drink," I ordered, lifting his head. He coughed, the water spilling down his chin. He started to cough, a deep, wracking sound that brought up a spray of dark blood. "Jordan!" "It’s... the silver," he coughed, his hand clutching his side. "Get it... get the silver out."

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."