Olive Silverlock Novels & Stories

"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.

To ensure we were familiar with it in advance, Maria instructed Ethan to retrieve the artifact from her potion laboratory. As Ethan opened the box containing the artifact, we immediately felt the ancient and mysterious aura emanating from the Soul Lock Ring. Its appearance resembled an intricately crafted silver serpent, with a delicate metal surface embedded with complex magical runes. These runes shimmered with a bluish glow under the light, each one seemingly telling an ancient tale, imbued with indescribable power.

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.”

The faint scent of silver drifted from them, a trick he used to test a wolf's endurance against pain. Carla's confidence flickered. She swallowed hard but tried to mask it with a smirk. "You want us to fight?" "No," Alpha Archer said, his tone as sharp as flint. "Both of you will stand there to endure." The warriors fastened the chains lightly around our wrists, not enough to wound, but enough that the silver stung faintly where it touched skin. My pulse raced as the burn bit into me, searing and cold at once. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound.

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.

A family trait passed down through generations. “How do you know my name?” He stepped closer. “Listen carefully. The color of your blood is silver. That’s how I knew. Only Lynix carry that ancient strain, the one that makes you immune to silver. You heal too fast, too perfectly making you a pure descendant of the Silver wolves.” Laughter burst out of me… sharp, disbelieving. “That’s ridiculous. You’re out of your mind.” The sound echoed in the quiet alcove, brittle and forced. But it died fast. Too fast.

Finally someone I can control. © copyright Salem Silver G