Red X Silver Novels & Stories

At least, she would see her genuine smile every time. “Hmm,” She rested her head on Thea's shoulder. "Ah, I'm finally home." Thea smiled and patted her head. "Hmm, welcome." *** Kay stared at the two boxes in front of him. An open postcard-sized box flaunts its sparkling interior and a silver chain necklace draped over a velvet pad, making it so beautiful with a small pendulum of twelve blooming flower crowns and a ruby ​​as a centerpiece. He looked at the box next to it, which was rather small, then took out its contents. The seller said it's a set with necklace.

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

He stood behind me, so we were both looking at my body in the mirror. Instead of examining my flaws, I focused on Alpha Alexander's face. His eyes burned with desire, and he licked his lips. There was that predatory look again, his eyes flashing with his wolf, a powerful mix of gold and silver. Alphas usually possessed just one eye color, golden when they shifted, but Alpha Alexander had both silver and gold. I had no idea what the silver meant. "Incredible..." he murmured, reaching around to cup my breasts, lifting them and letting them drop. "Gorgeous lines..." He slid his hands down my sides.

he said softly. His words made me happier than I expected. I didn’t know what to say back, so I just nodded. *** The next day, Axel came in with news from the healer. He didn’t bother sitting. “Lysa ran more tests on your blood,” he said. His eyes met mine. “And she found something strange. There was a trace of a third color, like a shadow pigment. She called it silvered.” I frowned. “Silvered? What does that mean?”

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.

Isolde occupied a place near the dais, proud and cold, her attention not on Scarlett, not even on the crowd, but on the door through which Maddox would appear. Scarlett arrived first. She wore deep silver. Rhea’s hand tightened on the curtain. The color was unmistakable. In Obsidian tradition, deep silver belonged to women being considered for the Luna’s public seat. It did not declare the title outright, but it suggested a possibility. It invited the pack to imagine. It wrapped ambition in elegance and let everyone pretend not to understand the message. Scarlett looked beautiful. That hurt too. She walked with composed grace, her red hair pinned beneath a silver comb, her shoulders straight

Right then, Xyla noticed a book and a silver hairpin on the final step of the staircase not far away from where they stood. The silver hairpin had a simple yet elegant design with a red gemstone engraved on its edge. Xyla was stunned. Meanwhile, a look of surprise also appeared across Stanley’s face as he promptly carried Xyla down the stairs before setting her down carefully. He then picked up the silver hairpin and book. The book was the classic kind of book they frequently saw in period dramas with a dark blue cover. The hairpin seemed simple yet luxurious up close. The red gemstone had a faint glow that seemed to flicker continually.

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

My phone buzzed with a text from Silver saying the car was downstairs whenever I was ready. I looked at myself one more time and the dress fit perfectly and my hair fell in waves past my shoulders and I wore red lipstick that made me look confident even though my hands were shaking. I grabbed my coat and headed down. The car was a black Mercedes and Silver stood beside it in a navy suit and white shirt without a tie and his hair was pushed back and he'd shaved. He looked good and I hated that I noticed. "You look beautiful." He opened the door. "Don't." I slid into the back seat.

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.