Red X Silver Novels & Stories

I certainly didn’t, until I met the elusive and reclusive Damien Silverburn. Immediately upon meeting him, I noticed his eyes, the color of fire flickering against the night sky. Any time I had seen him online, his eyes had been brown. One of my jobs, I soon learned, would be to make sure there was a copious and constant supply of brown contact lenses to cover the red. Humans didn’t respond well to red eyes, but the composition of wolf person eyes dissolved the lenses quickly. It was important that there was always more than enough in stock.

My second Luna ceremony is coming up, and it is up to me to plan this time. Luna Renee is sitting across from me, tapping her fingers impatiently on the desk, waiting for me to make a decision on colors for the upcoming ceremony. "Well," she says, watching me flip through the color swatches. "I already told you," I moan. "I want Red and Silver." "Those are very bold colors for a Luna Ceremony," she reminds me for the thousandth time. "I don't care," I groan. "I want those colors. Red is the official color of the Red Moon Pack, and silver matches my mark."

"Open your eyes an fucking reject thay bitch." Beatrice and I could only watch as Silver closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "You betrayed me." He whispered with his eyes still closed. "You betrayed me." He repeated a few more times before he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to glare at Maxwell. Maxwell tensed under his brother's glare and so did I. The color of Silver's eyes changed and his wolf was about to rip out of him. I'd expected his wolf's presence. But what I did not expect is to see Silver's eyes turn, not golden, but Red.

She rolled her eyes and stood to go to the bathroom when the plane shook and she found herself in Luca's lap. The feeling of having Silver's body in contact with him was enough to make Luca's senses hazy. He could perceive the faint scent of the apple-like shampoo that she used to wash her hair and the chocolate perfume she wore. Sliver blinked as she stared into his eyes, seeing him so close she could see that his eyes were dark blue, she always thought it was black. She slowly looked down and her eyes became fixated on his lips, they were red. She slowly brought her hand close to his lips to feel it, to check if he applied something to it because her mind couldn't comprehend why his lips c

I can’t keep my eyes off of him. I trace his left cheek with the tip of my fingers. “You are so beautiful.” He replies with a grunt followed by whispered words that I don’t quite understand. Did he say ‘goddess?’ My fingers travel across his face, and I try to memorize the shape of his nose and mouth. The colors keep bathing us, making it possible for me to see his eyes. Not for long though, but long enough to never forget their color—silver. Just like those of Raven.

Even the most expensive one on the market is only a few million. With that in mind, Erwin Wilson immediately began designing. He already had an idea in mind, first of all, the color of the brooch was silver. The silver color is very easy to coordinate, even, Erwin Wilson feels that the silver color is much more elegant than the gold color.

“Where is it?” Smirking, he steps around the armchair and picks up the glass jar I’m sure contained cotton balls at one point. Strands of gold and silver light swirl inside the jar, intertwining, caressing, wrapping themselves around each other. “I’ve never seen it like this,” I say. “Not even mine. It’s usually blue and red. Sometimes black. But never gold and silver. Agatha’s right. This is…potent, more powerful than anything I’ve ever managed to produce.”

Normally, this should have made me stop, but I'm too far gone, consumed by the rage I'm feeling. Silver stumbles backward, her hand flying to her face as she recoils from the unexpected blow. Pain flashes across her features, mingling with shock and disbelief as she stares at Allegra, her eyes wide with hurt. “Allegra, you have to stop!” She cries out, but her words fall on deaf ears. I'm too consumed by the power coursing through me to heed her warning. All I can think about is making Miles pay for his actions. Desperate, Silver rushes off to find Xander, hoping that he can help me before it's too late. But at that moment, all I can see is red, my vision clouded by a primal rage that threat

You shine brightest in silver, love. The dress takes my breath away. The shade is the color of the Winter Moon. A sterling silver, with the fabric smoother than silk. The neckline doesn’t dip too low enough— it is just right, crossing in a V over my collarbone and showing the bare top of my breasts. The shape hugs my curves tightly. The hem falls to the floor, with a slit on the side for my leg. Bits of garnet are embedded on the line of the waist. It is the most gorgeous dress that I have ever seen.

Much like the man himself. I'd expected his colors to more closely resemble his brothers due to their genetics. I would have been wildly, dangerously wrong. Xander had more than the triplet of colors of his brother or Atlas. Purples, oranges, greens, blues, and reds, Xander looked like a tormented rainbow on the spirit plane. He also had more than the thread of pulsating black. His black was sheltered by a lacework of silver.