Kat Silver Novels & Stories

“Yes, Alpha Knox.” “The good news remains that Sage is pregnant. She has been with my child for some time now. This stress you intend to give her won't be worth it if you ask me. My mate is a Silver Wolf and only a Silver Wolf is one we've come across in a lifetime. Do you think we'll have the chance to come across another later on? Who knows? Perhaps Sage is the last one on the face of the earth.”

I whispered. The healer finally gave me a genuine smile. "Thank you, Silver." "Kendra." "What?" He looked puzzled. "Silver is my wolf. My name is Kendra." "Well then, it's lovely to meet you, Kendra. I wish it were under better circumstances." Skye stood, letting my hand go, and rolled up his sleeves. "Now then, what do you want to do about this baby? I can save it, or I can do nothing, and it will die."

SKY He’s made his choice, and it’s me. Sky Silver. The Silver Moon Pack’s outcast, and the strongest one among them, if I’m being honest. It feels strange being trapped inside this glowing orb, watching the Silver Moon wolves slam into it again and again, unable to break through. Aunt Selene is talking somewhere behind me, but my focus is drawn to the other woman standing outside the barrier. She’s made of light and magic, calm and steady, and I know without being told that she’s family too.

The "First Transaction" of the collector was not a trade of currency, but a trade of "Archetypes." The "Avatar of the Past"—the eighteen-year-old Silas Blackwood—stood in the center of the "Grey Static" left by the Merchant’s deletion. He was a masterpiece of "Alpha Purity," his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a shadowless, clinical brilliance. He carried the "Original Silver Dagger," and his stormy sea-grey eyes were two solid pools of unadulterated pride.

"First, I am issuing direct orders for the immediate release and distribution of our hidden cache. I want the massive shipment of pure silver weaponry we have been quietly manufacturing in the northern foundries unpacked and armed tonight." A low murmur of vicious excitement rippled through the men. Normal werewolves feared silver, but Kaelen Blackwood was a terrifying anomaly. His pure-blooded, Supreme Alpha genetics made him nearly immortal on a standard battlefield. "Those specific weapons are explicitly designed with a high-density silver alloy," I explained, looking around the room, making eye contact with every killer present. "They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary h

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

Samantha “I wonder what you must think of Silverclaw, 12 of you were unable to convince me of your loyalty to my family, to Newblood.” My sharp gaze flickered over them all and I could feel the silver in my eyes flashing. Another thing that every Silverclaw member inherited with my blood alteration. The silver in our eyes makes its presence known to us, as well as everyone witnessing it. I could smell the terror on all of them, it practically engulfed the entire cabin.

A glint of silver caught the firelight, and when the final piece of cloth fell away, I gasped. It was beautiful. A pendant no bigger than my palm, shaped like a crescent moon cradling a single gemstone that pulsed faintly like a heartbeat. Its light shimmered with hues that changed the longer you stared—silver, lavender, and soft blues, each more ethereal than the last. “The Silverheart,” he said, his voice low. “A sacred Moon Goddess relic. Passed down through generations of Alphas in the Katana Tribe.” I stared at it, unable to look away. I didn’t touch it—but I felt it. Felt its call. A deep vibration inside my bones, as though something ancient and familiar had just recognized me.

“You’ve ever received a bomb job? Because if you touch me again, I’d—” “Enough!” Kendrick turned to Silver. “I want my nephew’s body, here and now.” Silver patted Mortis, the canine headbutting his palm. He used to do that to me, back then. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. The earlier you transfer my thirty-billion dollars for the damages, and leave my property, the better,” Silver growled. “In your dreams,” I growled back. “Give me Kai’s body along with Queen Bee, or I’d burn this place to the ground.”

Alpha Malcom said. “Are you able to mine the resources of the land? Do you have the factories to process the material? You expect us to work twice as hard, but get none of the rewards.” Kai replied. So the land was rich with resources. Whatever the hell that meant. Was there like oil or something in the ground? Alpha Damian laughed, “it’s ironic that a werewolf pack is the leading distributer of silver products.” “Silver is used in everything nowadays, even your mobile phone. Our men wear protective suits and are aware of the dangers. They get paid extra for it.” Kai said.