Olivia's Little Silver Novels & Stories

“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.”

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

Not the common golds or ambers of most wolves, but a rare, breathtaking, terrifying silver. ​ The moment my eyes met his, the noise in the dining hall vanished. The scent of food disappeared. There was only a roar of silence in my ears, and a frantic, impossible pull in my chest. It felt like being suddenly tethered to a supernova. ​ Kael Blackwood’s expression didn't change—no surprise, no smile, no recognition. But his silver eyes narrowed. Not in rage, but in assessment. They trailed down my body—the dress, the apron, the trembling hand—and then back up to my face. The sheer intensity was suffocating.

I knelt quickly beside Kylian and pulled the object free carefully. Kylian unfolded it immediately. Both of us went still. Only seven words were written inside. “The Silver Wolf has finally entered Linderia.” Cold silence settled between us. Then Kylian slowly lifted his gaze toward me. “This started long before, our Luna, Alicia arrived.”

“Yeah?” “Ben,” he’d said, his tone clipped, tight, cutting through the fog. “Olivia…. she got kidnapped last night. But we found her, but in a very critical condition, she was shot with a silver bullet. She’s at Damien’s, out cold. The doctor pulled it out, but she’s not waking up.” My stomach dropped, my hand slipping from Aslaug, my breath catching. “Shot? Silver? She okay?” “No,” he’d said, blunt, his voice cracking slightly. “She’s pale, weak the silver’s tearing her up. Get to Aaron please, his phone’s off. Tell him what happened.”

Alfred guided Olivia to their favorite bench by the lake, the one that seemed to catch the last golden rays of the day. Olivia had no idea what Alfred wanted to talk about, but it seemed serious. As soon as they sat down, she became lost the tranquil ripples of the water, a soft sigh escaping her lips. It really was beautiful here; she was going to miss it when they were gone. Soon, their work there would be done and they’d all be heading back to Silvermoon headquarters she assumed. She soaked in the serene view. But Alfred? He couldn't tear his eyes away from her—the way the fading sunlight danced in her hair, how her eyes mirrored the twilight sky, a perfect blend of purples and blues. Sh

"No. The heavy door creaked, the ancient lock cracking like ice under fire. Dust swirled outward, and from beneath came a faint, pulsing noise like a heart thudding under a cover of earth. The light faded around her. She went down. The stairs curved down into the deep gut of the Citadel. The further she descended, the louder the beat, until it kept time with the beating of her own heart. When she hit bottom, the air was different. The walls glowed softly, threads of pale silver streaking through the black rock like frozen lightning. Sira raised her staff. The crystal at the tip pulsed with moonlight no blue this time, but silver, matching the color that had flowed up through the floor when