Oneshot Silver Novels & Stories

Silver turned her purple eyes towards us and they glistened as they met Mac’s. “It’s done…” I said softly. “It’s done…” Mac took a step towards her. The world stopped. Time stopped. Everything stopped. I didn’t care what was happening between Tessa and Graham behind us. I didn’t care what was happening around me. All I could see was her—my mate. But suddenly something happened. I felt something snap inside of me. And before either Mac or I could comprehend, Silver collapsed on the floor with a thud, shifting back into her human form in a snap.

We will pay the tuition fee again and the promise-sorry note is not possible. I just thought that it was already hurting my head. 8,000 silver coins per exam. A silver coin is called a silver coin when it does not reach 20,000, but when it exceeds, it is called a gold coin. There is also a bronze coin, and that is 1,000 below.

His brows furrowed into a knit and he opened his mouth to say something but a knock on the door drew both of our attention. “Come in.” The door opened on command and the shopkeeper walked in with two of her assistants, whose heads were bowed to the ground as they each held two neatly folded designs in her grip. “Mr. Silver…these designs have been specifically chosen by your father—” “Bullshit!” I shot up from my seat and ran a hand through my hair. First, he blackmails me into the unbelievable, and now, he's choosing for me without considering my opinions? What next, he picks a place for my supposed honeymoon?

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

Damien Silver’s eyes were wide open, and they were staring intently at her. Her shriek filled the room as she jumped away from him, shocked by what she had just seen. A few seconds later, she returned to his bedside, and his eyes were wide open, staring at her. He was indeed awake, and it was a miracle, one she had prayed earnestly for. “Mr. Silver, you are awake. Can you hear me?” She asked after regaining from the wave of shock that had flowed through her. He blinked but didn’t say a word, and then she noticed it - the disorientation in his eyes and the furrowed lines of confusion on his forehead.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.