Olivia's Little Silver Mga Nobela at Kwento

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

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.”

"Do you guys want to order noodles? Amanda hasn't eaten a decent meal in days." "Daniel, I'm really not that hungry. Tea is fine." "I don't want noodles. I want pizza," Olivia announced. Amelia's eyebrows shot up. "Wow! Olivia LouBennett wants pizza this late at night?" She laughed. "I thought you didn't eat carbs after six." "I deserve pizza after almost losing my nipple." Amelia stared at her. "You almost lost your what?" "To Ethan?" James asked. He immediately smacked Ethan on the shoulder. "What the fuck, man?"

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

“People who want attention.” “I don’t want attention.” “That’s your problem.” I shot her a glare before grabbing another dress from the rack. “No, my problem is that every single thing I own either looks like I’m going to a business dinner or looks like Knox bought it to embarrass me.” Olivia burst out laughing. “Please wear the silver one. I’m begging you.” “The silver one has half the back missing.” “And?” “And I enjoy breathing without feeling exposed.” “You’re dramatic.” “You’re insane.”

The look on her face as she slowly turned and noticed who spoke, was just what I needed to make my night. Olivia's POV God no please let this be a dream. I felt my head spin as every where went dim and my chest banged so hard that it felt as though it was about to erupt. “ Wh...what are you do.doing here L..Lena??” It became too hard to talk that I found myself stuttering. “ Mee?? Just came for silver and I found gold ” Lena said as the smirk on her face morphed into a wide smile. “ Pitiful ” she said as a dark cloud came over her eyes and she turned.

And then, as if the world had decided to speak its truth to me, I heard the name that had been drifting through the air like a whisper: Ophelia Quinton. The first silver wolf ever recorded in history. The very first one burned at the stake, believed to have brought chaos and damnation to the Pack. I had read that in the worn out pages of a book in the library when I was trying to learn about my wolf. Now, I wasn't just learning about it from the book; I was living in the past that had existed long before I was born. The book never mentioned what her offence was; It only said Ophelia doomed her pack because she was a silver wolf, a rare breed, cursed.

A fire was already roaring in a hearth made of river stone. "Maya," Cillian said, stopping her before she could move toward the guest wing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy silver chain with a small, jagged obsidian pendant. "Put this on." "What is it?" she asked, taking the cool stone. "A piece of the vault door," he explained, his fingers brushing hers—and this time, the spark was warmer, more controlled. "It’s been bathed in the Stone’s energy for decades. It won't find the Stone for you, but it will act as a compass. When you are near the Silver Moonstone, this obsidian will pulse. It’s the only way we can track Julian through the mountain mist."

“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