Olive Silverlock Novels & Stories

With the speed of a viper, Serefy reached out and grabbed Floreighn’s wrist, yanking the sleeve up. "Let go!" Floreighn cried out, but it was too late. The blackened, weeping ring of a Silver-Burn was exposed to the light. The hall went silent. Alpha Kenneally stood up, his chair screeching against the stone. "Silver?" the Alpha roared. "Only high-rank warriors or hunters carry silver. Floreighn, who did this to you?"

she continues, stepping right around Silas to face the oak table. She refuses to look at my eyes. Instead, she keeps her gaze fixed entirely on the satellite maps spread across the surface. “The silver convoys blocked in that pass contain Grade-4 ore explicitly intended for the Oakhaven Exhibition. If that ore sits in the sub-zero frost for another forty-eight hours, the internal moisture will completely compromise the temper. You’ll be selling brittle thread, and the Silvercrest reputation will be entirely worthless by spring.” I stare at her, a cold, humorless laugh bubbling up in my throat. “Is that the script you wrote for her, Silas? To make this absolute betrayal look like a routine bu

She pushed her bag and home keys into a locker, before closing it shut and turning the key in the lock, slipping that into her apron for safe keeping. Silver was what could only be described as a Belle. She was one of those faces that just seemed to stick into anyone’s memory and create such a beautiful image in their minds. With Mocha colored skin thanks to her African American origins, and black curly hair with little bangs that fell to her eyes; eyes that were a striking emerald green, and although protected by her large circular frames they couldn’t be hidden at all. She was a head turner and the men always seemed to be trying to get her attention. Silver was thankful that the manager at

“I almost forgot. Luna Sylvia gave me this to give to you.” In her hand was a little golden name tag with “Violet” etched along the front in beautiful cursive. “A name tag?” I stated the obvious. Olive nodded, then leaned in like she was going to tell me a secret. “You see how ours is gold and how some of the other guests have silver ones?” She asked, waiting several seconds as I scanned the crowd. When I nodded, her lips thinned into a small line. “Silver means they have the rogue gene. Gold means they’re clear.”

"B-But how did I?" "You contained the silver." "I-I couldn't have…." Disbelief in my voice. If I really did, then how did I do it? I merely hold his hands! Seeing the look on my face, Ellis motioned me with his eyes to check out Elena's hands. Then he said, "See that white light? That light is the only thing that silver obeys. Elena is using it to get the silver out of Rum." Like a magnet. Those snowy hands are possessed a certain magnetic ability that attracts silver.

Lydia was here in the warlock cavern, alive and direct. "There she is. Grab the pig". Alora hissed as two guards rushed to me, grabbing me roughly by both arms. "Let go of me. What is going on....". I don't finish my sentence when a bucket of silver pours from my head down to my toe, causing me to shriek and crumple to the ground, as murmurs and whispers break out from the council of elders and other warlocks around. Silver was the only substance that had the power to reveal a wolf through identity.

He was fearless. “You’re not grateful. That’s a shame.” Oakley said with a shrug. “But no matter. I just have one question before you end my life. The lock on your door was made of fine silver and reinforced with sapphire enchantment. It couldn’t be broken from the inside. Well, at least not easily.” He glanced once more at the scars on Aiden’s arm, as if confirming his assumption. “So…who freed you?” A tense silence followed before Aiden growled. His claws dug deeper into Oakley’s neck. “You don’t deserve answers from me. Just be quiet.”

Her black hair stuck to her face and was entwined with the vine that covered her mouth, still, I could see those freckles, the ones that made me ache to touch her in a way I shouldn’t. “Leneve!” I shouted with concern seeing her hung and strung like she was. My feet automatically moved to carry me towards her, so I could free her. “Wait!” Oliver grasped my shoulders, yanking me back. “The dagger.” He turned me to look at the other side of the chamber. Lo and behold there sat a damn dagger. Silver and glistening with a stream of white light shining upon it. The handle was crafted with swirls and the pummel contained a molded cutout where a jewel would maybe sit or had once sat.

Ryker, Talon, and I rush through the empty school building in the middle of the night. We’re not meant to be here after closing hours, but who gives a shit? Axel and Olivia got hurt. Livvy was fucking stabbed. I paid off a guard to allow us in, and the only thing filling the silence of the school halls is our shared rage. “Silver?!” Ryker growls in disbelief. “How did Everest Reed get his hands on silver?” “Better question: how did he hold it without burning his skin clean off?”

Beta Bernard's eyes bulged out, as though they were about to pop. Before he could react, I stretched my hand outward, my fingers curling around his neck and seizing his breath. When I had woken up, frantic, I soon realized the reason Minsi was calm was because we were resistant to silver. As a silver wolf, that was one of our abilities. Beta Bernard didn't know this, and he underestimated me. Minsi told me Ophelia could have broken free from the cursed silver shackles if she wanted, but she didn’t because she longed to feel the pain.