Red X Silver Novels & Stories

“But something in you keeps pretending to be one.” “Careful,” I said. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Maybe that’s why it burned you.” I didn’t think. I crossed the space between us in two steps and grabbed her wrist — not hard, but enough to make her eyes flash. The Mark on her shoulder flared bright, searing red. A sharp, invisible pulse burst between us. Lights flickered. The power cut for half a second. Every system in the house screamed static through the walls — alarms flickering on, sensors tripping, cameras freezing.

An hour passed. Then two. Just as she was about to leave, a voice behind her said, “You shouldn't have come back.” She turned sharply. It was him the creature from the night before. But this time, he was human. At least, he looked it. He had wild dark hair, silver-flecked eyes, and a scar across his collarbone that looked like a claw had raked across it. what are you? she asked. He gave a bitter smile. “My name is Kael. I’m what’s left of the Red moors.”

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.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly teasing me and I shot him a look before continuing. Colors,” I paused, truly I had not thought about it, but I knew what colors he and I were; and whether or not he knew it they would represent us. “How do you feel about a dark silver, gunmetal type and a crimson?” His brow furrowed as he thought.

It was basically fit for royalty. "Where are the other dresses?" Saoirse asked. Estelle gestured to another attendant, and a second later, two equally stunning dresses were rolled in on mannequins. One was a deep, blood red, and the other a pale silver. "I didn't know which you would like, so I made the two of them free enough to not cause discomfort." The silver dress was just floor length, and covered in what looked like crystals. The red looked like it was calf length, softly flared with a plunging neckline. I fell in love with it immediately.

Morgan asked. "Now that you mention it, I've wanted to try purple and silver. Look at these," she held up a box of six purple round ornaments with silver glitter in a heart design on both sides. "I think these would look so nice with a mix of solid silver ones. What do you think?" "Are the lights multi-colored or white?" Morgan asked as she picked up a box of multi-colored glass balls. "They're colored. I still like the purple and silver."

“Which of these is less depressing?” She blinked, startled by the question, but recovered quickly. Her eyes swept over the selection before she gestured quietly to two of them. “This one,” she said, pointing to a deeper maroon with silver embellishments. “Or that one. The shape is more elegant.” I stared at the ones she indicated for a long moment. After a breath, I settled on the one with the silver. It had a dignified curve, like a wineglass turned on its side. “Fine. That one.”

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

he snarled. “Looks like we have company. Sorry, but this is where our chat stops.” Like it was never there, his face went back to normal, and he waved at me as he left. After that, I blacked out, but not before I felt someone approaching. Silver. The color of the moon wolves honored and the color of the metal that was their nemesis. I saw two different silvers, the same in color but different in aura, fighting and intertwining before my eyes.

"And this!" "Your hair, Scarlett. How on earth is it turning silver every day? Don't you dare say it's a DIY because it is not. I'm not a fool! This morning, half of it was silver, and now, just look! The entire right side is silver!" "Huh!?" Scarlett gasped, immediately jumping off the bed to stand before the mirror. As she examined herself, a loud gasp escaped her lips. Trembling, she touched her hair. Nicole was right. The whole right side was shining silver, while the left side remained orange. Even her eyes transformed as the silver spread and the dull orange ring brightened, creating a stunning blend with the silver part.