Olive Silverlock Novels & Stories

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

“So how do you plan on doing it?” Silver asked Elena as they got out of the car. They joined their hands together, rocking them back and forth as they walked to the locker room. As always, Elena stopped at her locker, turned the key, and opened it to meet a box of chocolate and a red heart waiting for her. “Sometimes, he makes it look like Xavier doesn’t like me in any way.” Silver muttered, rolling her eyes as she walked away. Her locker was just a few feet away from Elena’s own. She turned the key, opening it as her eyes widened in shock.

It was what looked like a silver knife. “Meagan had those made for me,” she said, playing with the knife, “she saw my wrists after my time in chains and she decided to test a theory. Apparently it is the highest grade silver a weapon can hold.” I was getting more confused by the minute, so Kaeleigh wasn’t affected by silver? She was still looking at Elaina and Jeremy. “The funny thing is Adam seemed to be confident that I was being lied to about who I actually was,” she went and stood behind the two of them.

Instead, the dagger embedded on his side and he hissed out. As fumes rose from the wounded area, Olivia realized with horror that it was not just any dagger but a silver dagger. Silver was toxic to werewolves, and wounds caused by silver didn’t heal like they usually do. The longer the contact with the metal, the more lethal the effects were. As she saw the metal hilt of the dagger still protruding from his body, Olivia felt fear, like she had never known. She remembered the day when she had first met him and how she had vowed to hate him when he claimed her against her will. It felt like an eternity ago, but as she watched the man she was supposed to hate, she could only feel pain and fear.

Join us Prince Vladimir, then all Immortals Packs can stand together. The Prince sneered and his eyes glowed like droplets of blood, ‘Come to me Silver Wolf’ Katya tried to look away and break the contact but she was drawn into those evil glittering eyes. Fighting back she opened her silver eyes wider pushing back his power but he mind-linked her, ‘Come to me or I’ll lock you in Blaise forever’

As Seen by the Pack For a moment the pack was silent. Then it was not. The hall erupted into noises of excitement and fascination, as everyone stared at the new Luna of Eclipse. They’d been sure they’d seen wolves in all colors—brown, red, gray, black, even white—but never had they seen a wolf like this. Olivia’s wolf couldn’t be confused with gray or white, the way it reflected the moonlight made that clear. What could a silver wolf mean? It had to be auspicious; Olivia looked like she’d been formed from a fallen moonbeam, she had to be blessed by the Goddess!

Steve, who had his left eye on her movement stopped immediately she did, and asked her. “Hmmm.” “You want one?” Steve asked but she shook her head. “No, just admiring it.” She responded, what desire could she possibly have when she was a broke woman but she really liked them and would love to have one. She walked into the shop as if in a trance, only to find that the shop owner was a busy old man, she stopped not far from him and watched as he polished the sea shells and painted them into all sorts of colors with various designs before setting them out to dry. Two lovers walked in and at their order, she watched the shop owner string a twin lovers shell for them, making it into a couple’s ne

My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. And then the smell hit me. Burnt flesh. Blood. And something sharper, metallic, that stung my nose and made the hair on my neck stand. Silver. The word formed in my mind before I saw it, because every wolf knew the warning. Silver was the one thing we were never meant to touch. It burned our skin, corrupted our healing, and left marks that never faded. The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows.

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

Why were they staring at me like that? One of the younger rogues stepped closer toward the bars weakly. His lips parted slightly. “…silver,” he whispered. The others went still. Liya suddenly awakened fully inside me. She was alert, and Focused. The rogue’s breathing quickened. Then abruptly, he dropped to his knees. The sound echoed harshly through the dungeon floor. Every guard tensed instantly. My breath caught. The rogue lowered his head deeply. “Silver Wolf,” he rasped hoarsely.