Lost Silver Novels & Stories

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

Samantha “I wonder what you must think of Silverclaw, 12 of you were unable to convince me of your loyalty to my family, to Newblood.” My sharp gaze flickered over them all and I could feel the silver in my eyes flashing. Another thing that every Silverclaw member inherited with my blood alteration. The silver in our eyes makes its presence known to us, as well as everyone witnessing it. I could smell the terror on all of them, it practically engulfed the entire cabin.

I asked Your Silver. Her eyes darted from Greta to me. “Why should they leave? We started as a rogue group and got here so far.” So was this a ‘till death do us part’ pack? “If they meet their mates?” My Delta asked. Your Silver caught on what’s going on. She turned to Greta who had a blank expression. “Greta recently had a heartbreak from a Red Moon spy. It’s complicated and she’s trying to hone her skills now.” Your Silver replied.

I answered truthfully as I thought about the possibility of why he was not around. What if he's gone because of me? I'm a cursed silver, which signifies trouble will always surround me. No matter how numerous times I strived to evade it, my fate was bound in a world where escape was impossible. And whoever stood for me and protected me will indeed get involved. And maybe Israel went far away to avoid me, to avoid being entangled in any way with me, which is my curse. That might mean he never wanted to see me again. It's disheartening that one of the saddest facts about me was that my presence always brought danger to someone's life.

They were agonizing wails of loss. But I couldn’t understand why Silver would be so affected. She hardly cared for her existing children—why would she mourn one that hadn’t yet been born? Yet the guilt clung to me like a shadow. I hadn’t known the bracelet could do this. I hadn’t anticipated it could lead to such a tragedy. What have I done?

, 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.

She looked like a disaster—and to Cillian, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "Mr. Vane," she said, her voice a low, husky melody that sent a physical jolt of electricity through his spine. "You can tell your security team they need better locks. And you can tell your lawyers that the 'Silver Moonstone' wasn't lost in transit. It was stolen." Cillian stood up slowly. His height was intimidating to most, but she didn't flinch. She stepped closer, tossing a manila file onto his desk.

I can’t explain it, but it’s the same weight that always shows up before something bad happens. Celeste freezes at the door, frowning. “Wait.” She crouches down, brushing her fingers over the floor. A faint shimmer catches the light—dust, pale and metallic. “What is it?” Nate asks, leaning past me to get a better look. “You are acting very… sus.” Celeste straightens, rubbing it between her fingers, her expression darkening. “Silver refined dust. Oh… We have a serious problem” I swallow hard. “Don’t we already?”

/ /“Perfect. Later this week, we will go there during the night and see what we can find. Keep up the good work.” While they were there, the rest of the pack was scouring the grounds, looking for any sign of the hidden treasure trove of information the late madam had left behind. Dimitri was leading this process. I just prayed none of the former owners had happened upon it in the main household, cleaned it out and sealed it.

“With a maid. A quiet one.” “See that you do,” came the answer. And just like that, it was done. The bargain made. The deal signed in glances and assumptions and the language of men who had never heard the word no. The unnamed man stood last. He was tall. Still silent. He didn’t glance back at her. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t even blink in her direction. And somehow, that was worse than all the rest. When the door clicked shut behind them, Elara still didn’t move. Her limbs were starting to ache from holding the posture so long, but she knew better than to shift until dismissed.