Olive Silverlock Novels & Stories

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

My grandfather called out, making me refocus my glare to the man who'd been suspiciously quiet for the past twenty minutes now—almost as if he was on the edge for making something go wrong. Or maybe perhaps he was now at the round table in the DaSilvers Mansion with his wife. “Ah, yes, Don Silver.” Salvatore finally responded, plastering a smile as he turned to scan the faces around, swallowing when he met my icy gaze. “About the wedding…we agree to your terms. All preparations have already been handed over to your organisers. The Morettis will just tighten the security with ours and invite my investors to make the connections bigger between our families.”

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

The marking was complete, the oaths were sworn, and the moon was our witness. Adrian turned us toward the pack, raising our joined hands high into the air. "The Luna of Silver Fang!" he roared. The forest erupted. Thousands of wolves shifted in a single, fluid motion, their silver and gray furs reflecting the moonlight as they threw their heads back and howled. The sound was ancient and powerful, a song of loyalty and celebration that shook the very ground beneath our feet.

I hissed. “You have very loud thoughts for someone like me,” he replied, leaving me only more confused. Before I could ask anything else he reached into his backpack and passed me a large silver dagger and a smaller switchblade. “In case we are attacked before we can shift.” It felt surprisingly heavy. The blade was pure silver, unpolished so it was dull and unreflective. It was not a pretty trinket, it was dull to avoid glinting and revealing our position. It was the weapon of stealth. An assassin. Is that what Olaf was?

Someone opened this grate last night with an official key. I sweep my flashlight beam over the wet floor near the base of the iron bars. A tiny glint of silver catches the light beneath a layer of black mud. I drop to one knee, ignoring the cold dampness soaking into my trousers. I reach out, my gloved fingers brushing aside the thick sludge. My thumb hits hard, cold metal. I pull it out of the dirt. It's a rank pin. A heavy, silver-plated crest shaped like a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. The official mark of the Silver Moon Alpha line. The pin is snapped clean off its leather mounting, the metal edges jagged and sharp.

Olivia's POV I opened the box and my eyes met with a dazzling necklace flashing sparkle into my eyes. Oh, Goddess! It was silver! I sighed heavily and plonked myself on the bed. My eye drooped. I stared keenly at it to be sure, but it wasn’t changing into any other color. It was real. He got me a silver colored necklace, instead of gold. Oh, geez! I kept the necklace on my lap and buried my face in my palm.

Her breed was supposed to have died out, and yet here she was in flesh and blood. “How is it possible?” he finally whispered. “My pack has been living in hiding for the better part of the last several centuries.” “Why?” “As you might be aware from the stories, the pelt of a Silver Wolf is made of pure silver. Once it was clear to the pack that they would be hunted to extinction for their invaluable pelt, they decided to live in secrecy.” “How big is the pack?” “I don’t know.” “What? How? You are a Silver Wolf!” “I have never lived with the pack.”

He was already beginning to get annoyed. "Get out ... go ... help me ... help ..." Ofelia's voice was heard strangely as the water entered her mouth. Silver focused on her for a few seconds. Seriously? The omega couldn't swim? Sigh. "I know I'm going to regret this," Silver muttered and taking off his black stiletto shoes he threw himself into the pool. He swam towards the woman and got behind her to hold her, but amid the hustle and bustle of the omega one of his nails scratched Silver's face leaving a sharp line on his cheek.