Olivia's Little Silver Novels & Stories

After getting nothing in reply, I glanced back up in Dylan's face to find him blushing a beautiful pink, a colour I've found annoying whenever it appears on my face, unlike Dylan's face, that colour red was made for his beautiful, feminine face. To say Dylan was beautiful would be an understatement. He was stunning, his eyes were tiny slits with a baby blue eye balls, a tiny nose and a very pink lips. His chin was so feminine which only made him more beautiful. On top of his head was a mop of silver, yeah— silver hair which was brushing his neck.

She couldn't feel anything down there and it started her greatly "Ms you can walk...please let us help you" the doctors kept yelling and attempting to help, unfortunately, Olivia shoved them all away as she crawled with all her might, unfortunately, she stopped upon seeing something. She thought it was all a dream but when she reached for the silver shiny plate which had fallen closer to her

Almost without thinking, I turned my gaze to the opposite grandstand. I froze. Ethan Silver stood there, tall and commanding among his entourage. But it wasn't his presence that stopped my heart—it was his expression. He watched Olivia with rapt attention, his eyes never leaving her form, as if no other werewolf existed in that moment. The cars thundered through the curve, and Olivia executed a breathtaking, near-impossible overtake that sent the crowd into uproar. Her vehicle seemed to dance at the edge of control, defying physics with every turn.

she said automatically as she stood next to him. "Think you could help the others?" he asked, nodding toward the rest of the men on the ground. Olivia nodded quickly and went to the next man. They were all riddled with silver bullets. They couldn't get them out on their own, because silver burned the skin of a wolf. She, being human, was the only person there that could help them. She worked as quickly as she could, digging deep into their flesh and pulling out all of the metal bullets she could, dropping the bullets on the ground next to her.

As Seen by the Pack For a moment the pack was silent. Then it was not. The hall erupted into noises of excitement and fascination, as everyone stared at the new Luna of Eclipse. They’d been sure they’d seen wolves in all colors—brown, red, gray, black, even white—but never had they seen a wolf like this. Olivia’s wolf couldn’t be confused with gray or white, the way it reflected the moonlight made that clear. What could a silver wolf mean? It had to be auspicious; Olivia looked like she’d been formed from a fallen moonbeam, she had to be blessed by the Goddess!

The few times Ophelia had gotten upset, something she really took her time to groom, she had done it down to the mud. "How did they find out?" she asked, threading a hand through her hair as she tapped her foot impatiently, her arms crossed. Rodriguez stood still, staring at her as he looked confused. He had no idea what happened, and she wasn't telling him straight up. "What the fuck happened?" he asked. "They found the silver! All of them—there is not a single one left." She raised her chin defiantly, her stance firm as her lips quivered with anger.

“You alright, Lila? You look like you just saw a ghost.” “Something like that,” I managed, running a hand over my forehead. “It’s… I think I had some kind of vision. About Silverwood.” Olivia’s eyes widened slightly, and she took a step closer, her voice low. “What did you see?” I hesitated, the memory of the flames and that terrible wolf still sending chills down my spine. “Fire. Destruction. And… a creature, a wolf, but not like any I’ve seen. It was massive and… dark. It felt like pure evil.”

Olivia A low hill stood ahead, and just over its slope, a waterfall cascaded down the rockface like liquid silver. The sound of it poured through the clearing, steady and endless, like time itself. Moonlight hit the rushing water, making it shimmer like something enchanted. “Oh my God,” he whispered, his voice almost caught in awe. His eyes widened, locked on the waterfall. “Olivia... this is insane. It’s beautiful.” “I know,” I murmured, eyes on the way his face softened in the light.

I stared into the dim hallway, and soon a woman with a predatory gaze stepped into my view. "Oh, it's you. I should have known, you sneaky little Spider," I growled, pulling myself to my feet. My hands instantly wrapped around the silver bars holding me. The metal burned my skin, but I was so furious, I barely felt it. The silver felt no worse than a small pinprick compared to the inferno inside me. "Hello, Claire. Did you miss me?" Olivia glided forward, her face set in a sickeningly smug smile. "I see you're settling in nicely to your new home."

How dare he? Olivia let out a growl before stalking off towards the dead rogues and stood, looking around. And then she spotted a glint beside one of the bodies and crouched down, searching the ground. Once she found what she was looking for, she picked it up and turned towards Tyson triumphantly. As he saw the silver dagger glinting in her arms, still coated with his blood, he winced in response. “Does this look like a normal weapon to you?”