Novel & Cerita Olivia's Little Silver

“You know what churns on about him in our world. He’s ruthless.” “Leave my grandson to me.” “Say I accept this proposal now, does Kian wish to be married?Does he know that you are here?” Don Silver’s lips settled into a grim. “He will have no other choice.”,he replied defiantly. “Now, Salvatore do you accept this proposition or not?” With a last glance at the clock ,Salvatore stood from his chair and pulled out his hand. “ Very well,Don Silver….i accept your…..proposal.”,he conceded.

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.

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

It was then she realized that she still possessed some sort of power in the situation. She got up from the thin cot and came swaying over to the bars. “I see, you need my help to save Kane,” she hummed. “So, the big bad Evelyn Silverwood has finally been knocked down from her own pedestal, it would seem.” Whether it was my own rising anger or my wolf’s lack of patience, I wanted nothing more than to rip the smirk clear off of her face. Before I could stop, my hand snatched through the iron bars and grabbed ahold of Olivia’s jaw. I kept her in a tight, unyielding grip. Her eyes grew wide in fear.

Octavia Pov "Hey mate,” Silver said, a beautiful smile on his face. Why the hell is Misha doing this? So she wants us to fight these two people who look like Silver and Lillian. And the worst part is that I can feel the mate bond and Lila is awake now mumbling mate. I sighed. Misha is really asking for it.

A slight nod, Emma’s squeal of delight, and she knew she was in for another shopping spree with Emma. Fantastic. “I am definitely not wearing this, tonight, tomorrow, ever.” Olivia stared at herself in the mirror. The silver dress was nothing more than a few scraps of material stitched together to cover her breasts, her ass, just, and her crotch. It draped around her neck and covered her breasts the back held together by what looked like a flimsy string across her shoulder blades. Her whole back was naked to the top of her ass where the dress clung to her cheeks and draped loosely to mid-thigh. The front of her stomach was crisscrossed with the same thin string that held the dress together a

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.

The morning light caught my radiant, metallic fur, glowing with an ancient, terrifying power. Olivia slammed on the brakes. "You're an omega!" she gasped. "How can you have silver-line wolf blood?! That's impossible!" Desperate to prove her dominance, she lunged at my throat. But before her claws could even graze my silver fur, I leaped forward. I slammed my massive weight into her chest, catching her mid-air, and brutally threw her across the clearing. She hit the ground with a harsh, agonizing thud, whining as the wind was completely knocked out of her lungs.