Long John Silver Treasure Planet Novels & Stories

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

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.

"Yes, sweet, my child I am the moon goddess and I created the Lycans but because of their greed, I was forced to take the spirit of the Lycans away and make them ordinary werewolves. My heart bled that very day I did so. It was too painful for me to witness but I had to do what was right. I was so grieved that I gave them a way out against the wishes of the other goddesses and gods. They believed it was undeserved because my children were the cause of the war, to begin with." "A savior will be born 10,000 years to come; she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. Only through her can the prop

He chose the Gilded Silence. "Yeah, Jack," Marcus rumbled, his deep voice perfectly steady. He forced his Chrome Diamond pupils back into a warm, human brown before Jack could look back at him. He let his invisible shield dissipate, though his muscles remained coiled as tight as industrial springs. "Looks like we made it. We're safe." Before Jack could reply, the pristine silence of the plaza was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. A sleek, floating platform descended from the highest tower of the Silver Spire, docking smoothly and silently at the edge of their crater. A squad of men stepped off.

“Now we have a lead in reclaiming the Silverclaw pack.” “In the data Silvercloud sent. The handwritten notes from Alpha John Sr were the clues. There is an Argyris scepter. It is supposedly enchanted from way back when the pack was still in Greece.” Isis started to explain, moving past her embarrassment. Well, that’s at least a good sign for a future Luna. “The Argyris scepter?” John’s brow furrowed. “I remember it. Luna Lorraine would carry it. Her mate never touched it. I remember wanting to touch it when I was little, but father told me I couldn’t.” He explained.

He left before he did something stupid. That night, the Forgotten hit a bigger target— an underground fight club the Crimson Shadows used to make money and recruit. Kael led the raid. Kira and five others with him. It went perfect at first. Guards down. Cash taken. A message left in blood on the wall: The Silverfang lives. As they slipped out the back, floodlights snapped on. Ambush. Twenty Crimson Shadow fighters poured in, guns ready. Someone had tipped them off. Kael shifted fast—full wolf this time, silver fur glowing.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

The air shimmered with latent magic, words hanging like dew. Ari raised her staff, channeling a stabilizing ring of energy. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady though her heart pounded. “The world is rewriting itself because the pact we made the Silver Pact was never meant to last forever. It was a bridge between silence and renewal. Iluren has crossed that bridge, and now so must we.” A young adept stood. “And what are we crossing into?” Siran answered for her. “A conversation that has no end.”

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.