Powerless Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

"Kenny thought it was a good idea to make my thirty-day test cleaning the penthouse suite with the owner of the hotel brand showering while I cleaned." "Shut up!" she exclaims. "Elias Dabney-Aparo is the single sexiest silver fox I have ever laid my eyes on. Those laugh lines, mysterious eyes, those fucking glasses, and his stubble," she sighs, losing herself in some kind of fantasy.

And then Kaelen saw her. Amid the wreckage of a toppled cart, half-hidden by broken wood and spilled grain, a young woman lay struggling to rise. An arrow jutted from her side, the shaft snapped in half. Her hair shimmered silver in the firelight, cascading around a face too sharp, too perfect to belong to any villager. Her ears, Kaelen realized with a jolt, were pointed. An elf. Her violet eyes locked on his. And though he had never seen her before, something deep in his chest tightened, as though he had always known her.

The lights bouncing off it looked like silver silk threads embedded. Elektra was standing in the front, wearing a silver gown. Her blue eyes were radiating a smile, but Aelanor felt gooseflesh crawling up her skin. She told herself that it was just an overreaction to what Saayan had told her- that Elgarest has some form of "ominous shadow". She shook her head to clear it. Even if she was right, they were here for the much needed help. It wasn't like she was here to ask the Queen of the Dream Isles for her hand in marriage. "Esteemed guests, we are pleased to welcome you to the Dream Isles," Elektra began, "and this ceremony has been arranged in your favour. We hope that you would enjoy yours

Elsie was a great sorceress that many people often seek for her help. A powerful witch. She was also a very pretty woman too and was greatly admired by many people, both male and female. But her magic couldn't work on the only person she most desired, Zeus. A god Prince that came down on earth to dwell with the humans for the time being. She and Zeus were friends that other gods became jealous of their friendship. One night something happened and Zeus find himself in Elsie arms, naked, Elsie was also naked.

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.”

She tilted her head, the smile still lingering on her lips, “You wouldn’t be betraying her, instead, you would be saving her from herself and from a role she was never meant to play.” With a calm voice this time, she added, "You want her, Gavin and I want power. We can give each other what we both want if we just play our individual roles.” Biting my lower lips, I shifted my gaze to the side. I didn’t respond because deep down, I hated that a part of me considered her offer. “Wow,” came a voice from behind me. I turned quickly only to Elsie walking towards us with her hands resting on her waist. Her dark curls were scattered around her shoulders, and her stormy gray eyes blazed with fury. Sh

My head snapped to the side as a metallic taste spread through my mouth. "Rosalie is willing to give up the one trip she's wanted for years just to make you feel better, and you can't even answer her. This is her Saintess ceremony, Elara. Does everyone still have to revolve around you?" I no longer had the strength to explain myself. The slap sent my already blurred vision reeling, and I had to brace myself against the counter to keep from collapsing in front of them.

And then, because she meant it: "It's genuinely fine." She looked at Kate. Kate looked back at her with an expression that had dropped some of its composure, not much, but enough. Underneath it was something genuine and slightly uncertain, the expression of a person who had been doing something and had just been caught by the light in a way that showed it clearly. Silver nodded once. Kate nodded back. Silver walked to the stairwell, because she was not getting back in that elevator, and pushed through the door, and climbed to seventeen, and collected her files, and returned to her desk.

But seeing the way she moves around him now, it’s clear they share a really strong bond. “My bladder’s about to burst. I need to take a leak,” Reed groans. “Do you want me to help you?” I offer. Elsie shakes her head. “No, I can take him,” she says, already on her feet. I stand awkwardly to the side, utterly surprised and helpless, as Elsie guides Reed into the wheelchair. I know there’s no way I could lift him on my own—he doesn’t exactly look light. But Elsie makes it seem effortless. That’s werewolf blood for you. Even she-wolves have strength that can surpass a strong human man.