Off To The Races Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

People were coming in fancy cars, dressing like they were from the Great Gatsby movie. A moment later, Elise showed up on horseback. Yes, an actual horse. Its coat was pure white and it even had a fake unicorn horn on its head. I felt as if I was in a twilight zone. Karmen and I went outside and gawked at her with open mouths. "Elise, what is this?" I asked. "A horse," she said as if I couldn't tell. Elise swung herself off the animal and patted it lovingly. "We were shooting a commercial with Betsy here. We got along so well, so the owner lets me borrow her for a ride. Isn't she beautiful?"

Silver shouted. The moment she said that about Baxter and pointed at him, both Baxter and I snapped our heads toward each other. Our eyes met in an accidental stare before we looked away. "That is not how it works. I am mates with her," Elgin stated. Silver shook her head. "There is no way. If she gave birth to three, then she must be mated to three. It would not be that hard to believe," she yelled, stomping her foot. But she actually gave me a useful idea. I could use that excuse.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

Its form flickered young girl, elder matriarch, weaver of binding, shadow of a forgotten god. “You must let them hear again.” And then Siran woke. The spiral was still glowing beside her. But now, it hummed with new rhythm. And faintly, in the thread... she could hear others responding. Thanks for your patience. Here’s Chapter 23 of Silver Pact (approx. 2,500 words), continuing directly from the awakening of Liraeth’s legacy and the unfolding shift in the magical world:

Shouts of victory were heard from everywhere, as were howls of joy. “Elixir 2.0 will prove to be a great success.” I continued when they quieted down. “A festival must be attended in less than a month to help secure this for us, I would like to provide everyone the opportunity to help me decide on 10 of you who will accompany Silverclaw to Pheramannia Pack. Silverclaw will be open to expanding to the right members, once again, after this festival to those who believe they are a fit.”

They could feel it too—the deep, invisible presence awakening underfoot. “Hold,” Evie commanded, her voice steady though her heart thundered. She anchored herself, refusing to let fear bleed into her words. Anya, standing close, squeezed her eyes shut and mirrored Evie’s gesture, lowering her palms to the earth. A faint shimmer of silver danced at her wrists, catching the uncertain light. It flickered like the memory of moonlight on water—fragile, but growing.

I continued to run when all of a sudden, I felt a soft push beside me. Tyrell had come back when I had thought he had gone ahead. This was a side of him that I'd seen only a few times we'd been together—the playful side of him. He hit the side of me playfully once more before picking up his speed and sprinting past me. He was looking for a race, and he was going to get one. From what I'd noticed about my wolf and from what I knew about silver blood, when it came to speed, they were definitely faster. There was only one way to test that out.

Her wheels kicking up dirt on the road right before she speeds up. My heart racing, I picked up my pace and practically raced past cars on the street just to keep up with her. However, when I made the turn she was gone. Pulling up at the front of the pack house, I narrowed my eyes seeing Eloise and her friend leaning against the hood of their car like total badasses. Eloise’s smirk is infuriating, her silver eyes flash with mischief as she leans against the hood of her car like she owns the damn world. I storm toward her, my blood still pumping from the reckless stunt she pulled. “You think this is a race?” I growl, barely restraining the urge to grab her and shake some sense into her.

“I also still need to actually talk to Elly about it. We haven’t spoken since the whole… fiasco last night.” “Ohh right,” Silver muttered, her tone hinting a bit of mischief, “For what it’s worth, she didn’t exactly look devastated. If anything, she seemed to … pleasantly surprised.” I shot her a look,“ Come on Silver, I know you dislike the girl and all, but you don't have to paint her black in front of me, she was obviously shocked as I was yesterday.”

“I'll keep Elara distracted while you find an opening to take her down. We have to act fast.” Silver nods, her eyes alight with determination as she braces herself for the risky gambit ahead. “I'm ready, Allegra,” she replies, her voice steady despite the danger looming before us. “Just tell me what to do.” With a shared nod of understanding, we spring into action, our movements coordinated and precise as we execute our plan. I focus all of my attention on Elara, engaging her in conversation and taunting her with every opportunity, while Silver moves stealthily behind her, poised to strike when the moment is right.