Lost Silver Novelas e Histórias

Only pretending to win. And Elara—so quiet, so perfectly trained—would suffer either way. His jaw tightened. He stared at the crack in the floor just beneath his boot. The stone there was split slightly, as if something long ago had pressed too hard. Fault lines. That’s what she was. A walking, breathing fault line in his carefully controlled world. One tremor away from shattering everything. He could already feel it. That strange pressure in his chest. It wasn’t affection. It wasn’t desire. It was something colder. Something sharper.

"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.

There’s no blame in his voice, just certainty—a kind of trust that feels like a lifeline. I swallow, feeling the grit in my throat. “It cost me.” He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t try to soften the truth. He just lets the silence settle between us, heavy with the things that don’t need to be said. That silence is its own language, saying everything words can’t. I raise a trembling hand to my chest, fingers brushing the silver there—once bright as moonlight, now dimmed, its gleam muted but not extinguished. It’s quiet, not gone, as if it too is resting, gathering itself for whatever comes next.

He did not care at all what Collins was doing on the border or what his wolf was dreaming about in the dark. Why should he go through the agonizing pain of tracking a ghost? Collins flipped through the medical sheets once more, then shoved them away in frustration, the paper crinkling under his palms. Then, he turned back to the glowing terminal and searched Ada Lube’s name on the regional pack registry. News about the Silvercrest Holdings leader very quickly flashed before his eyes. The keywords on the headline boards showed up in bold, blood-red font across the network screen. [775 MILLION SILVER PIECES FOR A RITUAL PAIRING.]

"We can get you a lawyer. Set up a meeting. You turn over everything you have and in exchange we don't press charges." "Why would you do that?" "Because we're not monsters Elena. Despite what you think." Silver sat beside me. "And because I understand what it's like to lose everything. I lost Loire. I lost my self-respect. I lost years of my life to regret." "That's not the same." "No. But it's close enough." He looked at me. "I made terrible choices. I hurt someone I loved. And I've spent every day since trying to make it right. You can do the same."