Little Silver Library Novels & Stories

"He never came home after school that day!" I quickly wrote it down in my notebook. "Where exactly does your son go to school?" I ask. Marco takes a deep breath. "Silver Hall Elementary school," I nodded and started asking other questions when I suddenly felt something start moving inside my pussy. I looked at Lucas who was listening to Mrs. Marco's details intently. I hate his mischievous behavior behind this serious face. He started the vibrator again and this time he set the moderate speed. I felt my pussy getting soaked. Damn you, Lucas.

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

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.

Immediately I dropped Carmen gently on the bed and wiped her lips, I turned to Silver for answers. Silver started, pulling out his favorite collection of books. I always wondered why Silver had such a book since it had no particular aura to it. It was not even fortified, just a random notebook that looked scribbled by a child. “I always loved nature,” Silver touched the pages of the book with so much yearning and melancholy. “When I was eighteen, I got obsessed with nature, not just love. I would go out of my way and make a trip to forests, climb mountains, go cave diving and just document it.”

I pulled them down one by one, making a stack against my chest. Then, because Bailey had apparently infected my brain, I added one ridiculous paperback from the fiction shelf too. A cover with a snarling wolf and a woman whose dress would have been impractical in every season. If I was going to lose my mind, I might as well gather evidence. I settled into a chair by the window and opened the silver book first. Most of it was exactly what it should have been: old superstitions, purity myths, anti evil symbolism, protective charms. Silver against curses, silver against the restless dead, silver against what the night might drag close if left unguarded.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

The guards in front maintained focus, that professional and expressionless look plastered across their faces. I walked past the tall and heavy wooden doors that lay open right before me. "Good day, ma'am. Welcome to Silver Moon Pack Library." The lady behind the front desk said, her smile wide and practiced. "Thank you," I said, already scanning the place. The library was large and smelled exactly the way old buildings did. Dust, paper, the smell of wood- everything combined together into a not-so-pleasant smell. Tall shelves lined every wall, packed so tightly with books that barely any of the wall behind them was visible.

It was Silverfish, the big, library-style bookstore where she'd worked part-time back in high school. Even from this distance, as they got stuck in traffic, she could see the thick volumes displayed within the wooden frames of the windows. She could see the outline of the shelves from inside, the red wash of the old plushy carpet, and the low circular tables laden with paper flowers. It was moderately populated, just enough people scattered within the area, poring over all kinds of books imaginable. It was what the shop prided itself for, the sheer variety of their stock. And if she remembered correctly, Silverfish also housed the taboo books. Witchcraft, demonology, cults, and death. Lots a