Mt Silver Novels & Stories

Her arms were crossed over a silk blue gown, her expression was stone cold as her eyes were fixed on Connor, as though she could slice him with them. Megan stood quickly. “Mum…” “I asked you to stay out of trouble,” Silver said, stepping forward. “I didn’t expect to find it here.” Connor leaned back on her desk, one leg crossed over the other. “Its always a pleasure, Silver.” She ignored him. “Megan, step outside.” “No,” Megan said before she could stop herself. “We were just talking.” Silver turned to her, voice dangerously calm. “He is not family. Or a friend.”

I asked expectantly. “We will go to the training center. The arena has enough space for this.” Viola answered. ***** After Alpha Drake got to the training arena with the silver he had spoken of, he stood off to the side while Stella began telling me about dealing with vampires. “Ok, in order for silver to be deadly it needs to be spelled, the incantation for this requires invoking death and combining it with earth magic.” She grabbed one of the silver ingots. “After you have spelled the silver, it should turn into a point, or multiple points depending on how big the silver is. The points can be added to the end of weapons, or ingested.”

"I was looking for proof that you were a plant sent to sabotage the Moonstone core. But theft? That’s so much easier to punish. I wonder what Serena will say when I show her you’ve been looting the treasury for keepsakes." She laughed, a sharp, braying sound that grated against my ears. She moved to tuck the silver moon into her own pocket. I didn't beg. I didn't explain. I reached into the Root layer of the room. Every object in this city had a digital signature. Every metal had a frequency. I locked onto the silver alloy in her hand. I didn't think about my anger; I thought about 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit. The melting point of silver. I thought about atoms vibrating until the lattice shatte

"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

The car was already waiting in the driveway. Sleek, dark, and quiet—its engine a low purr, like a predator at rest. Elara had never ridden in anything like it. Her father called it a courtesy—“the least the Valtoris could do.” She suspected it was more of a message: We’re watching now. She belongs to us.

Saga said and stormed out of my room. I laid back on my bed and sighed. What could she do to me anyway? I was protected and she would have to be a more powerful witch than Kiran to break through all his spells. She’d been human when she was alive and I wasn’t worried. A few days later, Steve and Mike were transported from Seward to Sterling for their first arraignment to be formally charged in court when two shots came through the front window of the car and killed them instantly, giving them the easy way out.

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.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”