Olivia's Little Silver Novels & Stories

Olivia threw her arms around her daughter as the force hit them. The world exploded. Light swallowed everything. Heat burned the sky. The temple cracked open like a shell. The ground dissolved under their feet. The High Priestess’s scream vanished in the blast. And Olivia held her child tighter, whispering through the chaos: “We’re not ending. We’re beginning.” The silver fire swallowed them whole. The entire temple detonates in a column of silver fire as Olivia merges all her past selves and rewrites the bloodline, collapsing the system, destroying the ritual, and leaving their fate unknown in the blinding blast…

“You’re not their savior. You’re their insurance.” The battle broke ceilings. Tore floors apart. Carl bled from the mouth, ribs fractured, still pushing. Still standing. Ophelia stood in flames — eyes now fully silver — drawing not just from her own memory, but from every mind Maddox had ever touched. She was remembering for them all. “You stole my mother,” she said. “You stole me.” Maddox raised his hand. “You’re stronger than I thought.” “And you’re weaker than I hoped.” She struck.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

“I appreciate you all coming here tonight to celebrate our luna. I thank our friends across the seas and our friends from other realms for making the long journey here. I know many of you have heard of her already but now is the time to meet your luna. She is a silver dragon and is very passionate about protecting this pack. This is only the second time on record that a silver dragon has mated with a wolf and you all should be honored to witness history being made. This pack will be stronger than it has ever been before and with her carrying my children, twins, that strength will continue within this pack for many generations to come. Without further ado, please welcome your luna, my mate, D

I stopped a few yards away, watching as the lights gathered around the hair as it flowed and spilled, the color matching the snow on the ground. The hand came down and my lips fell apart as I looked at the face of my mate, of my Olivia. The lights dimmed and she was now only lit by the moon that was shining around her. Her flowing dress, the silver catching the beams and reflecting the light just like the diamonds in the snow. Her arms were bare at the shoulders, the silver marks of our bond now the same gold color I had seen her emanate the last time I saw her. “Desmond?” Her head cocked to the side, seemingly taking in her surroundings with a furrowed brow. “What…?”

The faint scent of silver drifted from them, a trick he used to test a wolf's endurance against pain. Carla's confidence flickered. She swallowed hard but tried to mask it with a smirk. "You want us to fight?" "No," Alpha Archer said, his tone as sharp as flint. "Both of you will stand there to endure." The warriors fastened the chains lightly around our wrists, not enough to wound, but enough that the silver stung faintly where it touched skin. My pulse raced as the burn bit into me, searing and cold at once. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound.

Now, I was on my way to pick up Olivia lest, she got harmed. I reached the spot Olivia had been laying but couldn't find her. Alarm bells rang in my ears, even though I knew I had to get the fuck out of her place before the rain of silver fell on me. Yes, the rain of silver. Helicopters were hovering in the sky. I didn't know who sent them. That didn't matter. "Olivia." I growled, even though I knew she couldn't answer. As the smell of silver got more intense, I dashed forward to find cover as well as Olivia.

The sun was setting somewhere behind the buildings, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Silver was quiet for a moment. Then: "You're really going all out, aren't you?" "You deserve it." "I don't know if I do." I glanced at her. Her profile was soft in the fading light. Her hands were folded in her lap. She looked small. Unsure. Nothing like the fierce girl who had kicked me in the balls and called me a douchebag. "Silver," I said. "You survived something terrible. You're putting yourself through college on a scholarship. You're the smartest person I know and also the most stubborn. You deserve more than one nice night."

Noah is overprotective of me and I won't let him lay a finger on Olivia. “The silver hair.” just yesterday, her name had gone viral, from one ear to another. She is here for the keep.