Jordan Silver Reading Order Novels & Stories

Since she had no clue what even Silver was talking about, she couldn’t comment. “He will be fine. He is an Alpha King, he will come back soon,” Zion held Silver’s hand to calm her down. “But what did you do to him? What did you do, Silver?” Layla had her voice toned down, but it was because she was filling herself with energy. “I did nothing. He wanted me to help him, so I did.” it offended Silver that Layla always took her actions wrong. She had always accused her when Silver’s intentions were just pure.

I scrambled up with the last piece of my self-dignity and literally fled his room. Both Lyra and Alberto were at the courtyard before me, and neither of them was smiling. I wondered if there would always be this tension between them. "Sorry I'm a bit late," I apologized, taking my seat beside Alberto. Lyra nodded. "The Ritual of the Silvered Cord," she began without further prompting, "is not a simple spell. It's a bridge of light that requires the child—our anchor of the future—to tether the Moon Goddess' power to this plane".

Its form flickered young girl, elder matriarch, weaver of binding, shadow of a forgotten god. “You must let them hear again.” And then Siran woke. The spiral was still glowing beside her. But now, it hummed with new rhythm. And faintly, in the thread... she could hear others responding. Thanks for your patience. Here’s Chapter 23 of Silver Pact (approx. 2,500 words), continuing directly from the awakening of Liraeth’s legacy and the unfolding shift in the magical world:

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.