Olive Silverlock Novels & Stories

Elliot’s POV “What are you talking about?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest as I stared at my men. They all stiffened and looked amongst themselves. “They think something is off with Silver,” Luca said, motioning in the direction Silver walked, “She seems different, but all the facts are there. The imposter has her scent and she’s dirty. She’s a rogue.” Something inside of me angered; was it my wolf? Why would he be reacting this way towards a rogue wolf?

"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something." "We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?" “Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.” “What’s that?” Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes.

Then tug at the object you wanted to remove while concentrating on area where you wanted it to materialize. When explaining about the signet ring Alisha waved at someone to come over. A girl with a lava-red hair approached them. Silver couldn’t shake his eye away from her. The glare of her obsidian-black eyes could swallow the world a whole. Her angel-white teeth seemed to have purified Silver's soul. Silver imagined kissing her soft strawberry lips. Her skin glowed like a moon setting its lights on others. “You must be new here, I've never seen you before,” The lava haired girl said, extending her hand to him.

"I was looking for proof that you were a plant sent to sabotage the Moonstone core. But theft? That’s so much easier to punish. I wonder what Serena will say when I show her you’ve been looting the treasury for keepsakes." She laughed, a sharp, braying sound that grated against my ears. She moved to tuck the silver moon into her own pocket. I didn't beg. I didn't explain. I reached into the Root layer of the room. Every object in this city had a digital signature. Every metal had a frequency. I locked onto the silver alloy in her hand. I didn't think about my anger; I thought about 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit. The melting point of silver. I thought about atoms vibrating until the lattice shatte

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

Silver snapped, stepping back from him. Lorenzo scoffed. “Well, I want to see you try," he dared. "Well, I'm going to call the police since they're not here," Silver said, reaching for her phone. "No, don't," Lorenzo said, reaching forward to grab the phone from her hands. Silver tried to step back out of his reach but unintentionally slipped, gasping in shock before she knocked herself down to the floor.

I say, a sense of determination resonating in my voice. As Richard broaches the subject, I shoot him a subtle glance, silently urging him to take the lead. Silver, ever perceptive, catches onto our unspoken exchange. “What's going on? Why the secrecy?” she questions, curiosity evident in her tone. Richard hesitates briefly before diving in. “Silver, I know this might not be the best time, but do you recall what triggered your outburst towards Allegra?” Silver furrows her brow, a thoughtful expression crossing her face as she tries to recollect the events.

Liam nodded and gazed at me, "I am. After talking to Edward and analyzing everything that he said, I am certain of everything that I am about to say. She is a silver wolf... A silver wolf because I read in of our ancient historical books that only the royal lycans and silver wolves are immune to silver. She can't be a lycan as no one can lock a lycan, especially a royal one as they are the wildest and most powerful wolves in the history of werewolves but silver wolves... The silver wolves can be locked with a powerful spell. You just need a powerful witch to suppress their magic." Yeah... Indeed my parents had a powerful witch by their side. Lexi's mother... "What do you mean by they are imm

"What do you want, Ophelia? I'm here now. Your beef is with me. Let my parents go." "No. I won't. There's no reason for me to. And I never promised to release them once you came here." She smirked. "You see, do you know what material the blade of this dagger is made from?" Light bounced off the silver metal as she moved it. "Silver," I answered without thinking. "That's silver." "Good. Now, wounds from silver are quite fatal to werewolves, it impedes healing factor, and it even . . ." A sizzling sound emanated from it as she pressed it against my father's skin again. "Burn."

“The great Moon of Prophecy. Chained, stripped of her magic. Who's the outcast now?” Aldric didn't speak. His torture was physical and direct. He pulled out a thin, metallic rod infused with Black Silver residue. He didn't use it to hit me but to slowly trace the tip along my sides, right where the wolf's fur would be. The contact of the Black Silver with my skin, even through the suppression of the Moonstone, was hell.