Little Silver Library Novels & Stories

I dragged out the word in a warning tone. Aaron glanced his way; Dad met his gaze and they both smirked. I flicked my eyes back to the monitor, trying to remember what it was that I had forgotten. My train of thought had been disrupted, and now I had to think long and hard about the email that I was attempting to write. Then, like a smack on the head, I remembered. Ruby had wanted a snowflake-themed wedding, and she had searched all over the internet for an Ice queen tiara. I begged her to let me partake in some of the arrangements. As much as our mothers were handling things, I wanted to add my personal touch to the design. Silver was harmful to werewolves. That was why I had a replica of t

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

For the first time, I am passing through the streets of Silverwoods. I could see that the pack was not heavily populated but there seemed to be quite a number of people living here. The clean streets mostly had mansions and semi detached houses. Many kids cycled to school and shops, stalls and malls were just opening. It gave me the feel of a small busy town. Way less buzzier than new York city by far but still busy, in its simpler way. ‘Annie!’ Grandma’s worried tone rang out and I looked up to see that we were parked in the school parking lot.

Silver threw a pillow at her after she had parted the curtains open then pulled the blanket out from her body. Ann squinted her eyes as sat up with her back settled on the soft pillow behind her then rubbed her eyes till she had regained her sight due to the sunlight before she looked by the side and saw Silver, dragging out her luggage's from her wardrobe. She was surprised because she had thought that Silver was joking last night when she said she was going to leave this place with her and on seeing this she realized Silver was indeed serious. “We have no time to waste Ann”. Silver flicked her hair behind her back then walked to the table where she had dropped a tray that had a cup of hot

His punishment never exceeded making love to her, and she was going to make love to him today without feeling a thing. She got into the house and met it eerily quiet. It was as though there was no soul in the house and that kind of frightened her. With gentle steps, she walked to her bedroom and clad herself in her favorite lingerie. This time around, she wanted to get Mr. Silver thirsty for her and not the other way around. She lay on her bed and pretended to be asleep, patiently waiting for her door to swing open and for Mr. Sliver to step into the room and find her in all her glory.

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

In other words, she wouldn't be able to get back at Adele any time soon. … Inside Detroit's room, Adele flopped onto the couch, breathing through her mouth. “You're something, little Silver. A West, through and through.” Silver’s lips curled into a subtle smile. But she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she grabbed one of the shopping bags and pulled out a delicate box wrapped in pale gold paper. “I bought this for you,” she said casually, like she was speaking to a friend. Adele blinked at her, startled. “For me?”

“No company logo. No waybill. The scanner is just a prop. That man is military or ex-military. Notice the haircut, the stance.” But then he was there, and Sabatine could feel the chill running through his own veins. He didn’t need the zoom. The package itself served as a message enough. The silver foil packaging had sharp corners, like an envelope made of metal. It was a calling card that he had whispers of but never seen before. “The Librarian” had a taste for symbols. Paper was for earthly things. Silver was for specters and reflections, things that would show you something about yourself.

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

he asks through gritted teeth trying to stay calm but failing miserably. I exhale slowly and try to calm myself. “There was a lot of things that happened but the main thing they did was inject me with different concoctions. It usually persisted of silver, wolfsbane and mistletoe. The concoctions would knock me out for a few days, but they would wake me through burning me with different things or beating the shir out of me. There were other methods they used that I am not comfortable enough to discuss with you all. They branded me as you guys saw and burned me with a metal rod. They would put silver powder on my wounds that’s why it left scars, but it also prevented the wounds from closing, s