Lost Silver Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Watching and praying not be involved in these mess. Phil approached Carlo slowly now, then crouched before him. “You should be grateful,” he murmured while Carlo struggled violently beneath the pressure. Phil's narrowed faintly."Because BloodFall Luna survived.” A pause, then his smile vanished completely. “Otherwise… there would be no Silverfang Pack left by sunrise.” Carlo’s breathing became ragged beneath the crushing pressure. His fingers dug violently into the shattered floor as he struggled to lift himself, but the more he resisted, the heavier Phil's aura became.

Silver voiced in anger, kicking off a can of empty drink. Well, she seems very pissed, which is oddly suspicious, especially since she wasn't even the type to care about games so much, well, unless… I pulled her at arms length closer to me, “Yo you didn't bet on this game right?” I asked, my eyes already discerning her look. Her subtle chuckle with her eyes flickering away from my site was all the answer I required. “Please tell me you didn't bet millions on this Silver ?” “Well…” I released my hold on her, as I sat right back on my seat. Yep, she certainly just lost millions, not my problem though, and I'm pretty it would be a few anyway, she isn't the type to stupidly drop she can't handle

He asked taking my hand in his as he led me in. “No she hasn’t actually. She has promised to I guess we just haven’t found the time.” I said. “There are a lot of places that Silverwoods has, it wasn’t hard to construct because we have the resources and the time. It would not be smart to spend your whole life somewhere and not make use of it.” He said as he took me to a booth where I sat down and got comfortable. “On the weird side of it, It is a werewolf kind of diner.” He said to me and then he picked up the menus that were on the table and pointed to one for me.

I lifted my eyes to the walls and above us to where the circle of eyes had been, but they were gone. There weren’t any more of them by the gunmen either. Where had they all gone? I dropped my gaze to the ground and frowned as a glint of something caught my eye. I put my hand down. The stone felt warm beneath my hand, almost too hot to make sense. I brushed some of the dirt aside, swallowing nervously as the glint turned into a sheen then into a metallic gleam. “Silver,” I whispered. She clapped. “Ten points to Pandora!”

silver asked and I touched my neck but couldn't feel any pain "no nothing has bitten my neck am fine" I told her but she shook her neck "wait a minute" she ran to the sitting room and came back with a phone "silver what are you doing wity Alex's phone?" I asked her but she didn't reply "take a look" she gave me the phone and I took it, this guy is really rich, I know this phone it cost over 1 million dollars net worth, hmmm this guy is unpredictable, after I broke the first one he got a new one immediately

She studies me. "Am I actually getting out of here alive?" I ask her. Silver seems hesitant with her answer. "Well-" I cut her off. "Because you see, last week I was at my house with my family and I so happy. And I never saw any of this ever happening. One week. One! Silver, I have lost so much hope. So please, tell me the truth." I beg. Silver gathers the right words together. It takes her some time. Too much time. I already knew the answer.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

She has kept me alive through everything. If she had not come forth when she did, I would have been dead by now. She had helped me fight the silver and wolfsbane. She kept it from touching my heart rather than sending it to other organs that would heal faster and not get as damaged. I will be forever grateful that she showed up when she did and helped me through the toughest time in my life. This experience was definitely worse than when my parents died, the worst part is I don’t have the same support system now that I had back then, and that stings a little bit. I don’t want to go too deep in those thoughts scared that it would trigger me in some way. So, I put it in the back of my mind and

One small exhale, barely visible, and something in him went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with peace. The gold left his eyes. Not gradually. It pulled back all at once, like a tide that came in too fast and overcorrected. Silver replaced it, cool and certain, and the man looking at me then was not the man who had taken that one step forward. This one had already made up his mind. I looked down at my hands. My nails had broken the skin on both palms. I had not felt it happen. Four small marks on each hand, barely bleeding, the kind you make when you hold on too hard to something that was never yours to hold onto.