Red X Silver Novels & Stories

“It’s nice to see your ugly face, Ryan.” All three cuts had the state flag filling the outline of Texas on the back patch. The cuts that her men received had Renegades written in silver script. Hers had Lady in gold script with black shadowing. Evie had explained it before, gold for patched members and silver for guests. Her black indicated that she was a widow. But she was still patched, therefore, gold with black shadowing.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

But here, the Red Moon Alpha thought he sensed an additional scent from his adversary. As if he could understand the fraction of doubt that had seized the Alpha, the rogue gave the red wolf a sort of half-toothed smile. Till had no time to react. His much more massive size, which had always been a serious advantage in battle, was now a major handicap. The gray wolf, smiling, had revealed silver fangs. The appalling smell that had emanated from him had become much more acrid and metallic. How had such a thing been made possible? Wolves were weakened by silver. Besides, it was the only metal capable of killing them if it came into contact with a major organ.

All the alive rouge wolves ran away. All pack wolves slowly started shifting back. The white wolves that killed the red wolf was Alpha Aston Silver and gamma Ryan Silver and the honey she-wolf was Ryan's mate. I checked my unconscious mate. I nudged her with a snout. She had a bite wound on her left leg which wasn't healed. I sniffed her and nudged her with the hope she might wake up.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

Malek pressed his hand hard against his chest. “He’s still there,” he said. But his voice was changing. “What color, Tomas?” A pause. “Tomas, what color is around him?” “Silver,” Tomas answered finally. “The same color as yours. The mark.” My eyes locked on the road ahead. “Rhydian.” “I heard you.” “What does it mean?” I watched him turn it over in his head, picking it apart the way he always did, checking, double-checking, not drawing any lines until he was sure. Then, finally, he settled.

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”

The theme was balance. Silver and gold ribbons fluttered in the breeze, strung between the delicate willow arches. Half the tables were decorated in warm sunrise colors for Ruby—coral, crimson, and gold. The other half, for Tyler, carried shades of twilight—indigo, soft blue, and silvery gray. Aurora arrived with both of her sons in matching cloaks of navy and white, Phoenix already trying to tug his off. Lucian held her hand more patiently but kept glancing around for the birthday twins.

The weather was cooling but in the suite on the 22nd floor where he was, a room heater was working tirelessly, heating up the room and making its inhabitants very comfortable. He stirred the glass of champagne in his hand absentmindedly, his eyes dazed as if lost in thought. His stern but handsome face blended a contrast to his blond hair giving the tsundere boyfriend look. He was none other than Zak Redding, Carla’s ex. The woman, Zappy, who had been sleeping on the king-sized bed behind him stirred and soon woke up when she saw she was the only one left in bed. She sat up, adjusting the edge of the white shirt she had on, to see him standing motionless by the glass plane. She smiled and go

Her hair was styled in an elaborate updo, each strand perfectly in place, held by silver pins that glinted like tiny stars. Alexia's face was a mask of flawless beauty, meticulously applied makeup enhancing her striking features. Her eyes, outlined with dark liner and shadowed with shades of purple and silver, seemed even more piercing and intense. Her lips were painted a deep, bold red, adding to the overall effect of elegance and power. I had to give it to her, Alexia knew how to dress for any occasion.