Olivia's Little Silver Novels & Stories

CLARA Two years later. "Silver, come here," I cooed at my little baby who had just finally taken his first step. "Aww, look at you. All grown up and handsome." I picked him up and caressed his chin while he tugged at my sleeve. "No, don't chew that," I scolded and yanked my sleeve away causing him to cry. "Dear heavens, Olivia please take this child away from me." She chuckled and took Silver from me, who immediately stopped crying and started giggling. I scoffed as the both of them started cooing at each other.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

"No need shifting. Just enter now. Don't worry; nothing bad will happen to you." I nodded, and then I quickly followed her words. Soon as I stepped into the barrier, a silver smoke shrouded me, giving me a pleasant feeling. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, and soon as I opened it, the reflection of myself reflected in the silver surface of the barrier. My hair changed color to a silver color; my eyes gained a silver color. My skin has become paler, but it has also been made translucent by my silver eyes. "Wow!" Rana's mouth dropped open as if she was surprised herself with all this beauty.

Chapter twenty-three As Claudia hugged me she asked, "Have you told him yet?" "I wanted to but then he proposed. I'm doing it tonight or tomorrow," I said She smiled and nodded her head before kissing my head and pulling away. "Who the gold digger?" A girl asked standing at the door "She's not a gold digger. This is Olivia the girl I talked about," Claudia said "Oh, you mean the nanny who got in your son's pants?" The woman who held Emily said

said Nana, "who only smiled back at Olivia." "It's okay, Na. Stay by my side means a lot to me." Nana smiled meaningfully. Before finally deciding to say goodbye to Olivia. *** The sky began to reveal a sparkling night light. White clouds were replaced by pitch black clouds. The sun that is burning is also displaced by the moonlight. Olivia stomped her footsteps along the sidewalk. I don't know since when he's been walking like this, what is clear is that currently Olivia is trying her luck. "When can I go to work, Lord?" Olivia asked, sounding desperate.

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

Those impossible silver flames licking beneath my skin. I hated that he’d noticed. Worse—I hated that he hadn’t looked away first. A chime sounded. The Alpha Council stepped onto the raised dais. Every conversation died instantly. Elder Myrien approached the podium with a tablet in one hand and a weathered scroll in the other—the scroll drawing whispers from older wolves. No one touched those unless it was serious. “Tonight,” Myrien said, voice amplified through hidden speakers, “we reopen the Prophecy of the Silver Veil.”

Veronica I fell into darkness, but it wasn't empty. A forest materialized around me, ancient and vast. Moonlight filtered through leaves that shimmered like silver coins. My feet touched soft moss, and I realized I could stand without pain. My body felt whole again, strong. Then I saw her. A silver wolf, magnificent and glowing, stepped out from behind a massive oak tree. Her eyes were the same shade as mine, amber with flecks of gold. I knew her instantly, even though she'd died giving birth to me.

But to every soul that had ever heard the bloom’s hum in their chest. “To those who walk in shadow: we do not fear you. To those who build in silence: we do not silence you. To those who remain unrooted: the bloom offers soil, not chains.” “Come not to kneel. Come to resonate.” It was the first global call of the Silver Pact. And it did not command. It invited. Three days after the call, a new bloom appeared. Not in the forest. Not near any bonded soul. But in the Hollow Plains, where no magic had touched in centuries.

"He never came home after school that day!" I quickly wrote it down in my notebook. "Where exactly does your son go to school?" I ask. Marco takes a deep breath. "Silver Hall Elementary school," I nodded and started asking other questions when I suddenly felt something start moving inside my pussy. I looked at Lucas who was listening to Mrs. Marco's details intently. I hate his mischievous behavior behind this serious face. He started the vibrator again and this time he set the moderate speed. I felt my pussy getting soaked. Damn you, Lucas.