Olivia's Little Silver Novels & Stories

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

“Dinner is served at sundown. You do not speak unless addressed. You do not eat until the men have finished. You will take your food with the other women in the south wing. You will wait until summoned.” “Yes,” Elara whispered. The maid’s gaze lingered on her face. Something unreadable passed between them—judgment, maybe. Or expectation. Then she left. The door shut with a soft but final click. Elara stood in the center of the room, still wearing her coat. She took one deep breath. Then another. The air smelled of dust and old wood and something faintly metallic. She moved to the window and hesitated. Then pulled back the curtain slightly. There was a garden below. Dead vines, tangled hedges

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

She is short and beside Gavin she is little. "Jake", she gave the brightest smile and invited us "Come in" "We haven't settled our deal yet", Gavin said. "Grow up boys", she glared, and I chuckled. "Oh my god, I didn't see you", she exclaimed. All eyes concentrated on. "I'm Eva Silver", I said without forwarding my hand. "Lia Smith", she forwarded her hand. I shook it with a smile. "Come in guys", she said moving aside to let us in. Gavin moved aside clearing the way.

Olivia continued to struggle, the silver hair lady, appeared right in front of her and then whispered into her ears. " I am you and you are me," said the sliver hair woman as she flashed a warm smile at her, making Olivia very uncomfortable. " Don't worry we will get to know each other more, but I'm glad you are awake it's time I take over. " her words were more like a misery to Olivia, shook her head violently trying to reject the sliver hair layer, and then suddenly she woke.

“This is the agreement you need to sign before becoming the Luna. Sign it. Hurry up! We can arrange the marking ceremony later. Lilith is still waiting for me.” Alexander tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden table. Even at a monumental moment like this, his mind was entirely occupied by Lilith, who was currently suffering through her full moon heat. Only the herbal broth brewed by his own hands could soothe her agonizing pain. I stared down at the ancient, weathered parchment, a sudden chill seeping through my fingertips.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

Watched them find my wrist. The Omega brand. His face didn’t change. He was very good at that—at keeping himself in a closed room. But I saw it in his eyes: the calculation arriving. The politics were loading up behind his gaze. A door swinging shut before the warmth had time to cool. The gold left his eyes. Slowly, then all at once. Silver came back. His step—the step he’d taken toward me—stopped. He stood in the middle of the room, equidistant between us, and he did not come closer.