Lyon By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

At that exact microsecond, Jordan feels like the entire hall is spinning gleefully around his head like a wild forest carousel. He parts his teeth, about to speak a smooth word to my white shirt, but Harvey Jupiter forcefully butts his heavy chest right into the middle of our circle. "You actually know Master Franklin's name, Jordan?" "Yeah." Jordan happily meets Harvey’s annoyed gaze, his voice dropping into a quiet, whispering frequency as he leans his head closer to his brother's shoulder. "He is the true silver-eyed goddess—the exact supreme warrior that my tongue told you guys about last moon. My claws are going to pursue his heart for my nest."

That silver thread connecting me to my source. The power flowed into me. I let it build until my skin glowed with soft light. Then I focused. Three streams of silver energy shot from my hands. They curved through the air and struck all three targets simultaneously. The targets exploded. The crowd went completely silent. "That is what a Lunar wolf can do," Kade said into the silence. "That is why the strays at our borders are interested in her. That is why I am training her. And that is why she remains under my protection until the threat is eliminated."

Jasper ripped the moonstone pendant from my neck—the sacred symbol of the future Luna. It was my most prized possession, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. But as it shattered on the floor, I didn't even blink. An inexplicable frustration flashed in Jasper's eyes. "You really don't care at all?" I shook my head calmly. "If Jasper doesn't want me to care, I won't." Jasper froze. Isla walked over to our parents, giving them a look to leave the room. "Mom, Dad, Jasper, I'd really like to see if Aurora is telling the truth."

“Then let me protect you. Even if it breaks you.” Before she could answer, he kissed her rough, desperate, full of fire. It was not tenderness but war itself, an anchor in the storm. The shadows shrieked behind them, Jonas roaring, the bond between them all vibrating with fury. Lyla tore herself from Eli’s lips, silver power erupting from her chest. “No. He’s not gone. Not yet.” Her magic surged outward, a pulse of silver light crashing into Jonas. For the briefest heartbeat, his black eyes cracked. A sliver of silver broke through.

But I quietly hope that If it ever happens… It won’t destroy them. Leo bows and leaves and Elara turns to me. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes,” I say. “I have a question.” “Shoot.” I hesitate. “Do you know anyone in Lycan history who looks like me… but with silver eyes?” She frowns. “Looks like you but with Silver eyes?” “Yes.” She shakes her head slowly. “No. Not that I know of.” My shoulders droop and disappointment sinks in. But then she brightens. “Well… actually. The only people recorded with silver eyes were Kael, the first Lycan who you read about the other day… and his two children. A son and a daughter.”

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“So are you. That’s why you’re here.” “I didn’t come for you,” Lily said. “I came for her.” “And you’ll leave with her,” Alaric said easily. “After I see what happens.” He raised his hand again. The chains tightened. The girl screamed. Lily broke. “ENOUGH!” Silver light exploded from her body, flooding the tunnel in blinding brilliance. The runes on the chains flickered wildly, cracking under the pressure. Alaric staggered back, eyes blazing with delight rather than fear.

‘Of course, I won’t only talk to him…’ Drake smirked as he left the office, ‘cos that will be so boring… I'll cheer him up in my own way…’ *** Mi-Yeong and Hyuk-Jin Cheong just arrived in New York City yesterday, and they now hang around the famous tourist site in the city, the Liberty Statue. While her mother took thousands of selfie photos around the infamous city landmark, Hyuk-Jin was busy watching the most popular Woof posting, it’s Lydia post that caused turmoil in the werewolves society. ‘One of the strongest pack in the world just annihilated overnight by the Silvermoon…’ Hyukjin thought, while kept watching Lydia’s vlog, ‘The violet had the deadliest poison in the world, how can it

I simply smiled at her, knowing Rachelle was now on fire. “As we witnessed the game, the king will personally award the prize to the winner. Lady Anastasia Cullen didn’t only outsmart her opponent but she also showed good sportsmanship, grace, and strength as she won flawlessly,” the announcer said. Darius took a medium-sized box from the table. “This token symbolizes the history of Lycans. From what you have shown earlier, you’ve earned this prize,” he said, handing me the box. I was about to take it when our hands touched. I tried to grab the box from his hand, but he intentionally held my hand.

“Thank you. I knew I could count on you.” “Always,” Blake said. But then her posture froze. Her eyes widened. She went still. “What’s wrong?” Lydia asked. And then she felt it too. The air shifted. The crowd parted. The third Lycan prince strode toward them—tall, broad-shouldered, with long dark hair that shimmered under the lights. His golden eyes locked onto Blake. He didn’t speak. Just walked straight up and pulled her into his arms. “Mate,” he growled.