Lost Silver Novels & Stories

It was a receipt. "You should have checked the fine print on the Overwrite, Shadow," Iris said, her voice cool and lethal. "The silver doesn't belong to the Wolfe line. And it doesn't belong to the Calders." "Then who?" the Shadow screamed. "It belongs to the Union," Iris said. "And a Union requires two signatures. You’re just an unauthorized user." The crystal heart flared, and the Shadow-Iris began to scream as the silver started to tear her apart from the inside out.

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."

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

They can only hope their Luna will recover soon. Silver looks at his mate with a gloomy look on his face. He sighed, looking at her pale skin. She looks so pale and lifeless the only indication that she was alive is the heart monitor that is beeping every 2 seconds. Sliver depended on that beep sound and that is the only thing giving him hope. He feels like the worst mate ever, how could he have injured his mate and landed her in hospital. Why did she try to help him? She should have stayed away from him. Why didn’t anyone try to stop her when they know how he gets when he loses control. But Silver knows deep down that even if they told her she wouldn't have listened. But that doesn’t stop h

" Silver yelled, her eyes red, and tears were just coming out like water. This was the first time I heard her voice. She was the girl Zina always said she didn't like people. I sniffled, hiccuping. "Zina!! I'm talking to you. Stand up! The master said there's a penalty for coming to training late... "Zina!!" Silver yelled again, crying hard this time, as she rushed to Zina's corpse, trying to pull the cover from her. She attracted people to hold her, earning another round of crying from others. This is way too much to handle. I just wish it was just a dream. Hope it is just a dream. I want to wake up!

Silver murmured, everything confidently. “Take the guards with you,” I insisted in a broken voice. “Thank you. Please take care of yourself. However, I will try to see if I have something in my books first.” She gave me a sympathetic smile, but that’s what they were. Just an empty smile! They will never be able to mend what’s broken inside my chest now. After Silver left to read and possibly find anything in her stupid books in regards to the wailing brides stealing my mate’s body, I was left alone.

I joked. "I guess." She laughed lightly despite her evident pain. "What happened to you after Eden went missing?." I returned serious again. "She came to get me herself, and that's when I met Earl, well actually she sold me to him..." Silver said and breathed out shakily. "Sold?." I quirked my brow. "Apparently, because he paid her some huge sum of money in cash the day he took me from her and after that day I never heard from her again." Silver explained.

she answered, she paused, letting her thoughts run as a sinking thought immediately assaulted her mind, “Gold, clean him up.” she ordered, “Silver, fan out, and search for their camp. He was far too composed to be a lost wolf, something tells me there are more of them out there.” Gold frowned, obviously not satisfied with the job she was given, she moved to speak but a glare from the shadow shut her up. Silver smiled, then, in the blink of an eye, she vanished. The shadow stood in the shade of a tree, as she waited for Silver to be back with news.