Priceless Miranda Silver Novels & Stories

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

I said. Petra sat with the question for a moment. Then she started talking. Mira had been organized. Not visibly—her desk was never tidy; her papers were in piles that appeared chaotic and were sorted by a system only she could read. But her mind was organized in the specific way of people who needed external space to be generative and internal space to be ordered. She kept two notebooks. One for what she was working on. One for what she was thinking about. She never mixed them.

She rode forward. She was thirty-three years old and she was the Luna of Raven Pack and she was a Vessel Prime and a wife and a mother and a practitioner and a daughter who had found her mother and a girl who had survived being called cursed. She was all of these simultaneously, all of equal weight, none of them the version of her at the expense of any of the others. She was Miranda. She was going home. The road was long and warm and she rode it toward everything that was still ahead of her, which was considerable, which was exactly right.

Everyone discusses their problems and suggests new amendments to laws and all other stuff. I poured myself a drink and stood on the balcony shirtless. I could see palace towers from here. Maybe I was looking at houses, roads, and towers but my mind wandered around those beautiful blue eyes and that smile worth billions. I was trying my best to get her out of my mind. This fucking mate bond was getting on my nerves. I didn't expect that I would meet her again. Meeting her at Silver Corporation last week was completely unexpected. She was from Grey Lake, the second largest pack in the country, and precisely from the Silver family. I saw how excited she was to meet me. I saw a luminescent smile

“ Don't ever give up on me, or our friendship Miranda. We are best friends and we'll always be together. Our friendship is set on a rock which cannot be shaken. Though it may look like it has been shaken at some point, I assure you, it'll only get stronger. ” “ You've always doubted yourself, Miranda. But I want you to know that you are more priceless than red diamonds. ” [ A/N : Red diamonds are said to be the most expensive type of diamond in the world with a karat costing about $one million. ] His words have never stopped ringing in my head. “ No matter how long it'll take, Jose. I'll wait for you. ” I closed my eyes, as I held the silver locket close to my heart. Then, I kept it back in

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.

There is a bonfire in the distance, and I can make out three figures, Kylo, Alpha King Leonard, and someone I haven’t seen before. “Savannah so nice to see you again and you look better than the last time I saw you. This is our witch Merida who does our warrior brands. It is a simple process; you are getting the brand on your wrist and then she casts a spell on you and your team and then on me to seal the bond. This won’t hurt I promise” Alpha Leonard says to me with a gentle smile.

“Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.” I reached out and touched my pale reflection in the mirror. Tears slid silently down my face. “Daniel, if I die, you’ll praise me for finally behaving, won’t you?”

Ever since Damian introduced the new laws of unity, the restriction on the silver territories had been lifted and now non-silver wolves were free to enter the border and mix with the inhabitants, but none had come since, for fear of the former laws, none except this visitor of the queen. "Who is it?” Miranda asked the guard as she walked through the pack halls to the night shadow court. "We don’t know who she is ma’am. She only said she requested to see you urgently." A few moments later, Miranda entered the silver court, and met her visitor, Sandy seated and awaiting her arrival. Miranda’s heart leaped, for it’s been so long she’s seen her good friend. She would never forget Sandy’s help to

Now, the captive she had helped bring in was becoming an inner-circle favorite. Harrison reserved his rarest smiles for Avery, a fact that made Miranda seethe. In a blur of fury, Miranda cornered Avery in the jade hall, her eyes flashing a dangerous amber. “End these pathetic charades! Do you truly believe you can flirt your way to freedom?” Avery widened her eyes in practiced bewilderment. “What do you mean? Why would I flee? The Silver Ridge provides everything I require.” Miranda’s voice was a jagged snarl. “A gilded cage is still a cage, little bird. A pampered beast never realizes its neck is on the block until the axe falls.”