Red X Silver Novels & Stories

I turned, my breath didn't just hitch, it vanished. Zayn was a vision of shimmering beauty. He was wearing a silver performance dress that was more of a suggestion than a garment with strips of silk and sequins held together by gossamer threads, designed for the high-wire acrobatics of the silks. He had hair extensions in tonight, long, vibrant red waves that cascaded down his back, adorned with silver rings. His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.

I didn’t ask more questions and trusted Trevor completely. After a few minutes, we stepped into a clearing bathed in soft morning light. My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me. A field of red roses stretched out like a sea of crimson, but these weren’t ordinary roses. Each delicate petal had silver markings, shimmering softly under the sunlight, as if kissed by moonlight itself. I gasped. “Trevor… these are…” “The legendary red roses of Silver Rose Pack. The locals called it Silvermarked Roses,” he said gently.

"Are silver arrows." My eyes widened in horror because of the things in front of me. "Vixen Aylanna Cortess! Where on Aldemore did you get those things?! Didn't you know those are dangerous to werewolves? And have you forgotten where we live?!" I frantically asked her. But Ayla only pouted her lips.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

I pulled it out, my breath hitching. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘬: Red is a good color on you, Zaika. It hides the flush on your cheeks perfectly. I leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator, the cold glass biting into my back. "What the fuck did I just read?!"

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

He was sitting on the wide sofa alone as if he owned the whole thing. "We are not after war or anything here, man," commented Ken who was sprawled on the floor while leaning on the sofa. "Just back us up. We'll try to talk it out," Waldo finally spoke. The three meds nodded in unison. Waldo gave them one more nod before he gently pulled me out of the house again. A silver Mustang greeted us. Behind it is the same car model but in a different color. All four cars were formed in a diamond lead by the silver car of Waldo. The magnetic-colored one on the right and the shadow-black one on the left serve as its wing. While the red race one was the tail.

I think I know who that is. “Is…is that Ryder?” I whisper. I see Julianne nod silently from the corner of my eyes. Under the pale moonlight, Ryder’s coat is the colour of obsidian and a silver streak rides his tail. He is magnificently beautiful. And as he turns to face his pack, I catch a glimpse of his eyes. They are blood red and they glow with a rage that I have never seen before. “What is he doing?” I ask Julianne. Her odd speech from earlier on has been pushed to the back of my mind. We have more pressing matters at hand.

That was an understatement. I stared around at the luxurious property. There was a Jaguar already parked there and I recognised Kaden’s car and a shiny black G-wagon off to the side. Silver turned and gave me a small smile as she fixed the corner of her dark eyeliner with the tip of her finger. “It’s Kaden and his brother’s place. I just crash here when home gets… too much.” I saw a familiar sadness in Silver’s eyes and immediately, I was hit with a pang of empathy.

It was something older, something that answered only to her. “I said open them,” he repeated, the sound rasping from him like a plea wearing the clothes of command. That was always how he spoke when he was terrified. It wasn’t the force in the words , it was the softness beneath it. Her eyes lifted. Silver. Not the faint shine she had carried since childhood. Not the glow the goddess had once awakened. This was different , deeper, brighter, like moonfire had claimed her vision. The color radiated outward, spilling into her skin, brushing her cheekbones with cold shimmering light. Ryder inhaled sharply, and his knees buckled for one dangerous second before he forced himself upright again.