Red X Silver Novels & Stories

“I don’t see them anywhere. Isn’t this party for us as well?” Silver’s expression darkened. “I want a banner,” I said firmly. “What?” Silver inquired, sounding bewildered. “A banner with our colors—dark and silver,” I demanded. “You know our colors.” Silver looked stunned, as if she had never had anyone challenge her before. “Fine,” Silver agreed, albeit reluctantly. “Oh, and I want those treats you dislike so much included in the party. I love them,” I added, taking the piece she had in her hand and eating it.

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.

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.

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

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.