Olivia's Little Silver Novels & Stories

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.

There is a deceptive quality about small towns. They market themselves with glossy postcards and romanticized notions of quaintness, suggesting nothing but cozy streets, sun-dappled squares, and genuinely friendly, overly helpful neighbors. But you soon learn the truth. Silver Ridge has a distinct flavor. It's not the sugary-sweetness of a tourist destination; it's more akin to a square of exceptionally dark chocolate, the expensive, high-quality kind that carries an underlying, deep current of bitterness, the taste that sneaks up on the back of your throat long after the initial bite. And right now, in the late afternoon sun filtering across the pavement, that complex, unsettling flavor sme

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.

“it’s not too bad” Olivia's eyes glow with tease and she says with a bright smile, “I’m the female version of Storm so the next time you want to know when it ends, call or text me. I’ll just need to die my hair silver.” That brings a smile to Asher's face. “You’d look good in it,” Asher says imagining Olivia in silver hair. “You’d look good in white hair too,” Olivia says.

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.”