Olivia's Little Silver Novels & Stories

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

Olivia’s POV The afternoon sun spilled through the wide windows of The Silver Oak, a clean, cozy bar that Zara had suggested. We sat around a polished oak table, its surface gleaming under the warm light. Zara was animated, chatting with Lydia, Tina, and Lola. It was great but surprising how she’d recently gotten acquainted with them since the hearing. Benjamin leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, looking mildly amused at their excitement.

Me: It’s been rough. Shane: What can I do? Me: I just need time, I think. Shane: Take all the time you need, Lily. I mean it. **** A P R I L 1:13am Me: I want to fuck. Shane: Lily, are you drunk? Me: Maybe. Girl’s night! Me: But they’re gone and I want my Daddy’s cock. Shane: Where are you? Me: The Silver Spoon. Shane: Give me fifteen minutes.

Lillian Pov It has been two weeks since the coronation, and Silver and Octavia ended up taking a small holiday with the kids. We all went sightseeing, played a lot of games, ate together, and watched movies together. I did not know there was a movie room, but it was fun. They also bond with Ophelia, especially Archie. Everyone was glad, but I didn’t see Alma much. It’s like she disappeared out of thin air. Ophelia has also opened the borders, but she has cast some spells to keep people with bad intentions out. And about the kids, they left five days ago with Silver and Octavia, and it was emotional to watch them separate. But Ophelia came to our rescue by petting Zira. That was sad because t

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

Silver instead smiled slightly, although his eyes were dark. "I really wonder what I did to make him treat me that way," he spoke slowly. Ofelia snorted crossing her arms in front of her chest. -May I have to say it- he narrowed his eyes- Look nothing else, you don't even say good morning- Silver raised an eyebrow. -I do not think that someone who puts glass in the food of others without thinking about the consequences is entitled to my good morning, especially when they are not- the tone of the omega changed to drier.

I lost my sense of thoughts, staring at her as I took her soft hand for a handshake. This time, Gloria had stretched out her hair, perfectly. I didn't realize how long her back length hair was, until now. The smokey eye shadow was in sync with the silver knee length gown Olivia was wearing. The lacey long sleeves covered her arms but still failed to hide her glow. Brown skin under silver lace was a rare sight. There was a long opening at the front of her gown, down to the first few inches of her tummy. Olivia's wide cleavage was inviting. The only jewelry she was putting on, was a silver chained choker. I had personally ordered Gloria to get that .

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

“If it was you, I have no doubt you would expect her to help you, so help!” The women reluctantly move forward, and I watch, amazed, as they pull the bear trap open and Olivia sobs as she pulls her leg free. It’s pointless. The traps are laced with pure silver. It’s in her bloodstream now and will be killing her. Not that Veyra cares. She rips part of Olivia’s top and wraps it around her wound. “She’s foolish to think Olivia will survive,” Maddox mutters, and he’s not wrong. She is foolish to think that.

Silver blood spilled over her hands, bright like liquid metal, shimmering like moonlight. Not natural. Not human. Not survivable. The clone stepped closer. “The curse is activating. The line must continue.” Olivia lifted her head slowly, rage replacing fear, strategy replacing grief. “You touched the wrong man,” she said. The clone didn’t answer. She simply smiled. And then, She vanished. Olivia held Ethan’s body against her chest, feeling his warmth fade, feeling the silver blood coat her skin. Her breath shook. Her vision blurred. But her voice stayed steady.