Olivia's Little Silver Novels & Stories

"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

“She disappeared, probably went to join Nester’s undead army, but she wouldn’t be back for long. I’m sure of that.” The world blurs around me. If not for Olivia’s hand propping me up I would be on the floor already. The Roanna I know, the one who hurt me, is dead. Is it possible to feel free and more trapped at the same time? “We need silver.” I say through the lump in my throat. “We need her gone for good.” “And she will be.” Olivia vows. “All this will be over soon because…” She looks at all of us, bravery in her features. “Because I’m going to talk to Everest, tonight.”

I closed the jar, wrapped the red ribbon around it and I couldn't believe that I spent all the night making small notes about the daily activities that we will partake in since Elodie and I decided to start dating. Before I knew what was happening, Silver appeared beside me. “Dad, are those candies for me? Tell me that it is mine, please Dad” I raised a brow in confusion, laughing at the same time while trying to wrap my head around when he got here. “When did you get here, Silver?” “Just now. Can you please give me one?” “No, they are not candies. They are for your mum” Silver frowned. “I don't believe you, Dad. Those are candies”

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

Little does he know that it wasn’t a secret to me. I laughed wickedly, stepping on the gas as I drove to the tiny house farther from town. Better be in here, Lorenzo, and I might just spare your life. I parked my car, stepping out of the vehicle. I scanned my environment, my eyes darkened as it fell on a figure. Weren’t the heavens working in my favor? Lorenzo was seated right outside the hut with his head thrown back. A smile crept on my lips, reaching for my gun from the back.

I didn't speak but kept smiling. “What are you talking about?!” Her tone increased. “Eleanor, you of all people should know that I don't have all the time in the world. Our family is going to be embarrassed if Silver comes to live completely and you know I don't have the collar. It's not with me.” “Why should I care about the family's reputation when I can use this to my advantage?” I asked the fool before facing the crowd. The timing was perfect. The potion worked and brought Silver back on this same day because if it had been done so days before, Sage would not have been at the hall for this event.

he asks through gritted teeth trying to stay calm but failing miserably. I exhale slowly and try to calm myself. “There was a lot of things that happened but the main thing they did was inject me with different concoctions. It usually persisted of silver, wolfsbane and mistletoe. The concoctions would knock me out for a few days, but they would wake me through burning me with different things or beating the shir out of me. There were other methods they used that I am not comfortable enough to discuss with you all. They branded me as you guys saw and burned me with a metal rod. They would put silver powder on my wounds that’s why it left scars, but it also prevented the wounds from closing, s

For the first time, I am passing through the streets of Silverwoods. I could see that the pack was not heavily populated but there seemed to be quite a number of people living here. The clean streets mostly had mansions and semi detached houses. Many kids cycled to school and shops, stalls and malls were just opening. It gave me the feel of a small busy town. Way less buzzier than new York city by far but still busy, in its simpler way. ‘Annie!’ Grandma’s worried tone rang out and I looked up to see that we were parked in the school parking lot.

"Oh, and don't bother waiting for the guard to come back. Raphael is... indisposed. It turns out, serving two masters is a very dangerous occupation." The door slams shut, the bolt sliding home with a finality that echoes like a gunshot. Olivia is plunged back into the humming silence. She looks at the security camera…it’s still dark. She looks at the ventilation duct…it’s silent. She is truly alone. Then, from the corner of her eye, she sees something move. Under the plastic tray, tucked beneath the edge of the bread she was told not to touch, a small, silver glint catches the flickering light.