Lost Silver Novels & Stories

“It needed a patch job. Not that it’s any of your goddamn business.” They glared at each other and any warmth between them, any sweet memory, was all gone, just washed away on the crashing waves of anger and rancor. Silver’s shock was over and self-preservation was starting to kick in as his mind whirred, but Jolene looked like she’d just realized something. “So, wait…” Jo was finally catching up to the full horror of her current reality. “So… if you’re Silver, then that means that you’re the club Treasurer and that means –”

Over the next few days, I cleared out some worthless old belongings—keepsakes that had been full of memories in my past life. Looking at them now, they were nothing but cheap garbage. I packed them all up and threw them straight into the trash can. In the afternoon, as I continued packing my bags, Alexander blocked my path. He clutched a few iron coins in his hand and spoke in a stiff voice. “This is the money I am paying you back on Lilith's behalf.”

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 started the viewing searching for Finnegan, needing to check in on her expedition. But where is she? Closing my eyes, I steady myself and try again. This time I see more steps. They go up … More bodies. This time they're all Silver Hunters. Only two of them still stand. Finnegan and a man. They pace around a platform, arguing loudly and waving their arms. I can't hear what they're saying, but I get the gist of it. They've failed the mission. They've lost the Golden Coin. Furious, I slam my fist onto the table. Stupid Silver Hunters! I should have never trusted them.