Olive Silverlock Novels & Stories

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

“I appreciate you all coming here tonight to celebrate our luna. I thank our friends across the seas and our friends from other realms for making the long journey here. I know many of you have heard of her already but now is the time to meet your luna. She is a silver dragon and is very passionate about protecting this pack. This is only the second time on record that a silver dragon has mated with a wolf and you all should be honored to witness history being made. This pack will be stronger than it has ever been before and with her carrying my children, twins, that strength will continue within this pack for many generations to come. Without further ado, please welcome your luna, my mate, D

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I shook my head, forcing a small smile. I had braced myself to face Ethan today, but never imagined Olivia would be here as well—casual, confident, and embraced by everyone as part of the pack family. When Director Davis and Dominic finally relaxed their postures, Davis cleared his throat and whispered, "Rumor is Miss Stone has spent the whole day at Silver Personal Technologies with Alpha Silver. Their bond is really something." His words felt like a silver blade whispered in my ear, my wolf Cora curling deeper into herself with each painful revelation.

"No. The heavy door creaked, the ancient lock cracking like ice under fire. Dust swirled outward, and from beneath came a faint, pulsing noise like a heart thudding under a cover of earth. The light faded around her. She went down. The stairs curved down into the deep gut of the Citadel. The further she descended, the louder the beat, until it kept time with the beating of her own heart. When she hit bottom, the air was different. The walls glowed softly, threads of pale silver streaking through the black rock like frozen lightning. Sira raised her staff. The crystal at the tip pulsed with moonlight no blue this time, but silver, matching the color that had flowed up through the floor when

“Enough!” The sound made her flinch, but she did not move. He stormed out, leaving her alone with the ashes. The next morning, Olivia returned to the attic. She searched the trunk again, this time more carefully. Beneath the false bottom, she found something else, a small bundle wrapped in silk. Her hands shook as she opened it. Inside was a silver locket with strange carvings, almost like symbols. When she touched it, a jolt of heat shot through her fingers.

She was supposed to memorize them all. By the fifth lesson, she did. “Arch your back,” her mother said calmly, one gloved finger tapping a sketch of a faceless woman folded beneath her husband. “That allows for deeper penetration. Increases the chances.” Elara nodded. She had long learned not to ask questions. The room smelled like lavender and ink and sweat. The fire crackled in the hearth, trying and failing to bring warmth to the space. Two of the senior maids stood to the side, silent as shadows, their faces unreadable. Another sat behind Elara with a thick braid of hair coiled around one hand, re-braiding the younger girl’s hair over and over as the lesson continued.

“Protect the inner ring!” I’m done waiting for orders. Silver flashes through me—not wild, not out of control, but sharp and focused. I step forward, hands up, heart racing. Listen, I urge it. The power listens. The earth under the corrupted wolves cracks open, silver light webbing across the dirt. They jerk and stumble, snarling, their movements ugly and wrong. One of them turns, eyes meeting mine. And something in it…knows me. It hesitates. I feel the magic inside it, threads of power tangled tight, forcing it to obey. Lydia’s magic—cold, cruel, ruthless.

"First, I am issuing direct orders for the immediate release and distribution of our hidden cache. I want the massive shipment of pure silver weaponry we have been quietly manufacturing in the northern foundries unpacked and armed tonight." A low murmur of vicious excitement rippled through the men. Normal werewolves feared silver, but Kaelen Blackwood was a terrifying anomaly. His pure-blooded, Supreme Alpha genetics made him nearly immortal on a standard battlefield. "Those specific weapons are explicitly designed with a high-density silver alloy," I explained, looking around the room, making eye contact with every killer present. "They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary h