Jordan Silver Reading Order Novels & Stories

Armed, armored, already moving. “Plan?” Jordan shouts. “Kill fast, move faster!” I bark. We launch forward. Jordan’s already moving like a blur, blades flashing silver through flesh. I channel a burst of force magic into the ground, knocking three vampires off balance. One reaches me. I grab his throat, hiss a spell, and turn him to ash. But there are more coming. And this was just the first wave. Jordan I duck under a swipe, drive my dagger into the vampire’s gut, twist hard. His body crumbles, but two more take his place. My heartbeat is thunder in my ears.

Thank you for pushing through and finishing book 1. Please let me know what you think! Book 2, Family Secrets is where I will publish any and all sequels. I am in the process of changing the title name to just The Silver Dragon Series. I plan for there to be a total of 6 books. Books 1, which you just read, through 3 will be Davina and Derek's journey to defeat those after her so she can live in peace. Book 4 will follow her daughter Maliyah, Book 5 will follow her twins and book 6 will follow her last child.

Cassian says, gentler now, pushing off the frame. "And it's your wolf they need up there. A silver reads old blood and bad magic the way the rest of us read a fresh trail. Whatever's driving those rogues, you'll scent it before anyone. The Silver is a story in Thornridge, Aria. A title. Nobody up there is going to look at a legend and see a Hollis runt."

"The Goddess has plans tonight. I've felt it all day, a stirring in the ancient magic that binds our kind." Joanna rises gracefully, her silver-streaked hair gleaming in the soft light. "You think it concerns the Beta Heir?" "I know it does." Frederick turns from the mirror, his weathered face solemn. "Theodore's daughter is more than she appears. More than any of them realise." Outside, twilight descends on the Kirkwood lands, bathing the ceremonial grounds in violet shadows. Pack members gather in growing numbers, their excited murmurs creating a steady hum of anticipation. They form small clusters, heads bent together in speculation about the night ahead.

The room went dead silent. Darkson turned and walked toward the door. “Rest,” he said without looking back. “Tomorrow, the game begins.” The door closed behind him. Marvin sat back down slowly, his body trembling—not from pain, but from excitement. “This time,” he muttered, eyes burning with hatred, “you won’t walk away, Jordan.” ---- At the Academy Library The academy library was silent, wrapped in thick shadows and the scent of old parchment. Tall shelves stretched endlessly, filled with ancient books and forbidden scrolls. Only a few lanterns were lit, casting dim golden light across the tables.

The last silver is collecting the final hatchling in his front paws. “NOW!” I say to my soldiers. They drag the second harpoon launcher over the edge of the mountain. The silver turns and screams angrily at us before lifting into the air with the hatchling in his paws. “Hurry!” I yell as he begins flying away. When my soldiers are ready, I give the order. “Kill him!” They aim the harpoon at the silver who is flying quickly to get out of our line of fire. “NOW!” I scream. The harpoon launches, aimed at the silver.

It felt as if the very moment I opened my mouth to make things difficult for Lilith, he stood ready to launch an attack against me. However, I said nothing, only offering a calm nod. “You look quite good in it, so just keep it.” Anyway, I had no intention of showing up at that marking ceremony. Under their astonished stares, I went back to my room and locked the door behind me. I pulled out a document folder. Inside was a map I obtained by selling off my jewelry. In my past life, I yearned deeply for the freedom of the south, especially the legendary Forgotten Pack, which was formed by wanderers. There were even private academies there that taught magic and alchemy.

The first silver light of morning poured through the high, arched windows of Luna’s inner keep, slicing into the war chamber in long, ethereal beams. Dust motes drifted through that pale glow, drifting above cold stone walls etched with centuries of scars. The lingering scent of embers still clung to the air, mingled with the sharp tang of iron—a reminder that the forge and the battlefield were never far apart. Soldiers clustered in dim pools of light, their voices hoarse with fatigue, armor clinking softly as they shifted. Boots scraped against ancient tiles, echoing like whispered warnings.

I knelt quickly beside Kylian and pulled the object free carefully. Kylian unfolded it immediately. Both of us went still. Only seven words were written inside. “The Silver Wolf has finally entered Linderia.” Cold silence settled between us. Then Kylian slowly lifted his gaze toward me. “This started long before, our Luna, Alicia arrived.”

"My little silver wolf, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one can harm you." Three days later, my father held a new coming-of-age ceremony for me. My mother had personally crafted a brand-new suit of Silvermoon armor for me. All the pack elders came to offer their congratulations. Under the full moon, I completed my transformation before the entire pack. A silver light burst from within me, and I shifted into a giant, pure silver wolf. "By the Goddess! I've witnessed the Silver Wolf bloodline with my own eyes!" "It's truly the legendary Child of the Silver Moon!"