Lost Silver Novels & Stories

To own the ghost that everyone else ignored. His phone buzzed. It was another text from Daisy Mackin. She had been blowing up his phone since he walked out of his bedroom. The girl was like a tick—once she latched on, she didn't know how to let go. The door to the classroom swung open. Silver walked in, her blonde hair perfectly styled and her golden eyes flashing with a wicked light. "Is the school finally burning down?" Adam asked without looking up. "You look excited." Silver rolled her eyes. She sat on the edge of the desk, right next to his feet. "You wish. This place is still the same hellhole it was yesterday. But you? You're trending, brother. Big time."

As for Harold, I had the movers clear out everything in his room—his expensive wardrobe, luxurious cosmetics items, and anything in between, gathering everything in a pile outside the villa. Then, I made sure Harold watched as I poured gasoline over his possessions and burnt it all to ash. Bound and unable to move, Harold couldn't save his prized possessions, and could only howl and bawl in anguish. My mother, seeing him crying himself hoarse, went up and hugged him, comforting him, "It's alright. I'll just buy everything again! Brand new ones!"

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.

“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.”

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.”

Both Owen and I shake our heads no. “Good then lets move on to the war. It all began seventeen years ago. No one is one hundred percent sure why rogues are after the silver dragons. According to legend, if a silver dragon kills another dragon then that silver dragon will absorb their power. However the other six types cannot absorb each other’s power. At first we believed there was a silver dragon out there absorbing power. But it has never clear who it could be and every single silver dragon we had known was being killed off.

I took one look at my best friend, and damn. Jet black hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaws, and supple lips that I know would feel like berries when bitten I felt someone's tap draw me out of my daydreaming. "Do you forgive me, Gold Mine? Hmm, pretty please," Oliver begged. "Sure, just get off me!" I screamed, panicking. I couldn't believe I was daydreaming about getting dirty with my best friend. Eeww, sh*t, what kind of friend am I?

“I’m not suppressing anything.” Liya suddenly stirred uneasily. “She sees us.” Fear rose higher inside me instantly. Bella looked genuinely surprised now. “You really don’t know.” My breathing became uneven. “Know what?” Bella glanced around the empty balcony carefully before speaking again. “Silver aura is ancient.” The words hit like stones inside my chest. “It doesn’t appear naturally in normal wolves.” The rogue’s voice echoed again inside my mind. “You were never weak.” Bella’s eyes locked onto mine. “Who taught you to hide it?”

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

2. There was a heavy, satisfying thunk. The latches sprang open. I lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in black foam, was not money. Not another weapon. It was a laptop. A rugged, military-grade model, with a satellite phone docked to its side. And next to it, a small, velvet pouch. I opened it. Inside was a single, high-capacity SD card, the kind used for professional photography and data storage. My trail hadn't ended here. It had just changed form.