Lost Silver Novels & Stories

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

"Silas said to tell you that Silvercrest plays with stolen coins. Tonight, we make them pay the tax." The lid of the trunk swings back. Even in the dim, bleeding emergency light, the contents make my breath hitch. Nestled within layers of protective black velvet is the Shattered Mirror. The silver threads seem to catch the ambient darkness itself, humming with that faint, ghostly luminescence I locked into the core with my own blood. It looks alive. It looks dangerous. And laid right beside it, wrapped in silk, is a gown.

“I use spatial magic didn’t you notice the door? It means I can use all five attributes. Ah! I almost forgot you may receive your membership ID by tomorrow morning.” Their conversation ended after they exchanged short pleasantries. Silver then found a place to stay with the rent of 3 gold beads per month near headquarter. It was a complete rip-off deal. But he argued little and went straight to bed as he was exhausted after all his continuous journey.

Silver had a lot to say to defend himself. He was standing, practically demonstrating ten thousand reasons why he fucked up some random creatures grave! Typical humans! Always destroying things they could never explain! “Okay, it's stupid slandering me in your mind.” Silver pinched my head slightly. “The summary was that the grave was just too unique. I tried to find more about it then I saw the medallion, hidden amongst the other treasures.” “The first time I touched it, it almost took the life out of me, so I left it there and ran,” Silver sat down. “It was while running that I encountered Jade and got bitten.”

My throat hurts a lot, I feel weak all over…grieving over the loss of our own. Sitting here, with my back to everyone, hallowed and lost in my grief…the tears don’t desist their flow as I shut my eyes. I can feel the anger, the thirst for blood, the crave to rip off flesh…all diabolic levels of hostility, defusing from every single wolf back there. Bringing my shattered state to turn around, I’m stunned to see Silver…what are those sparks around him? They go off like the lightning and I’m further surprised to see the coat of frost creating a flooring beneath his paws.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

“I don’t know all the details. Your mother was very secretive, very protective. But I know it was someone powerful. Someone within the werewolf world. Someone who’s still out there.” A knock on the door made us both jump. Mira stuck her head in. “Guards are making rounds. We have to go. Now.” Sarah pulled me into another fierce hug. “Be safe, Aria. Be smart. And when your wolf finally awakens, remember, you’re not worthless. You never were. You’re a Silvermoon. You’re royalty. And one day, you’ll make them all pay for what they’ve done.” She pressed something else into my hand, a small pouch heavy with coins. “It’s not much, but it’ll help you get started wherever you go. Now run. Mira will

“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.”