Olive Silverlock Novels & Stories

Right now I’m stumped. The nail polish and foundation I had made? Was a special of its kind made completely from Silver…I’m not stupid I had a pretty dark blue made for color so no one would suspect anything but I don’t know if Silver has the same effects on Lycans as it does wolves….if does how will I be able to use it when I’m fighting Archer? Ugh….how did this get so complicated?

"You don't have to be Rambo on this, Ashley. Let me help you." Despite her better judgment, she nodded. He held up the silver daggers that he pulled from the drawer. He'd bought a second one to increase his ever growing arsenal against the supernatural. "I took your fine ass down with one of these and a pair of silver cuffs. Am I safe to assume that silver has the same effect on them as it does with you?" She nodded again and James smiled. "Good, then here's what we do..." * The Omega hit the door hard and slumped to the ground when it didn't budge, yelping in pain and frustration. "It's locked and it won't give," he complained. "Why the fuck do humans like solid wooden doors anyway?"

She shook his hand firmly, squeezing it a little before she released it. "Before you change all the locks, I need you to destroy the current ones and destroy the doors too." Silver said with a wicked grin. “Ma'am?" The locksmith gape in shock. “Destroy the locks, destroy the doors, and then install new doors and locks, I didn't stutter. And you can tell me if that's something you can't do, I'm sure we'll find someone who will.” Silver finished with a shrug, dusting non-existent dust off her fingertips.

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

It is light as spider silk, woven with actual pulverized silver dust meant to reflect full-moon light during a mating ritual. I step up to the counter, my fingers brushing the edge of the glass. “This lace... how much per cubit?” The shop owner, a shrewd female wolf with sharp features, looks me up and down, recognizing my high-pack posture immediately. “That is moon-silver thread, imported directly from the high artisans of Ironvale. It is eighteen hundred copper-tokens per cubit.” I raise an eyebrow, pinching a stray sample between my fingers. “It is woven from wild spider-silk and cold-pressed silver. Beautiful, but delicate. It won't hold up if it’s pulled too tightly against heavy leath

Only that it hurts. That was strange, I mutter to myself but decide to try again. And it is the same result that I get. That is when Alexia decides to inform me: ‘The lock is laced with silver. I don’t think you can do anything about it,’ The first feeling that gets through me after she mentions that is confusion. “Silver? But I’ve been here a couple of times and didn’t find anything like that on it,” I say. ‘And you touched the lock those times you were here?’ she asks.

"Loyalty is a sentiment for the villa. Here, I require only a demonstration." Luka cleared his throat, his voice trembling. "What kind of demonstration?" "The Silver Oaths," Jinyan spoke, his voice a low, melodic rumble that seemed to come from the walls themselves. "The Firm used to bind you with chips and data. We find those... unreliable. They can be hacked. They can be corrupted." I reached into the air, and the resonance responded. Three small, shimmering droplets of liquid silver coalesced in the air before me, hovering like mercury.

I thought of Orlaith fighting for us. Orlaith was normally unstoppable. He loved to use his claws a lot, and I had seen them rip off a man’s face before with one swipe. It wasn’t a very fun sight, but that was what you got when you faced five inch claws head first. Orlaith could easily plough through any number of humans. Of course except if they had guns. Especially if those guns had silver. Silver was a cursed metal and it interfered with our life force. It weakened us drastically.

Oliver observed, his scout’s eye tracking the mechanics of the race. I pressed my lips together, my heart leaning toward the black horse. "Shadow won't lose." Not with Sebastian in the saddle. They were mirrored souls—both stubborn, both scarred, both fueled by a refusal to be second. "By the way," Oliver said, pulling something small from his pocket, "I believe this belongs to the Navarro line." He held out a silver earring, shaped like a wolf’s claw, that I’d worn to the Royal Crescent Hall. "I found it in the footwell of my SUV this morning. It must have snagged when I helped you out of the arena."

His claws and fangs had disappeared, but I had a bad feeling. "Nate! Nate! What's wrong? Why aren't you healing like the other night? Nate!" I was frantic. I was scared. I felt Nate dying in my arms and I was powerless. "Calm down Felicia, think." "It's the bar. It's made of silver." Oliver said "What bar?" "If Nate is what I think he is, then silver is his weakness." I looked around and saw the bar covered in his blood. "But what do we do?" My hands covered in blood