Robert Silverberg Novels Novels & Stories

Aside from the raids on coffers all over the world, more and more evil creatures were awakened by Ruby and the unknown villain who the enemies referred to as their master. There was also a growing concern about missing women. Humans and from other realms for the past two years and they had one thing in common. They were all work in New York City. Like Cecille. Who the fuck was the non-human serial killer? And how did he manage to cover his scent? His precious jewel must have sensed his agitation because she moaned and rubbed her cheek on his breastbone to ease his worry. Lucas dropped a kiss to the top of her head and ran his digits on the small of her back.

Meteors struck the earth almost every hour, bringing immediate destruction in their wake. Fortunately, humans have developed force fields to deflect the meteors. But these didn't always work, especially on the outskirts of the city. Rose Cristian should've remembered that fact on her way to Zone 206, but she was too busy reining in her anger. Stomping on her rain-soaked boots, Rose could just see her destination in the dark of the night, her supernatural vision never failing her. The streets haven’t changed much either. Once she arrived, she punched her way into the pub, rattling the whole establishment with sheer force. She heard cursing as she stepped inside.

"We'll figure out another way, don't worry. We'll find a way that'll save both of us. I'll make sure that no one will gonna die this time." I don't know but my heart is too heavy to absorb all of his positive bits of advice and I'm just unable to do anything. All I want is to escape the burden I've placed on myself. I hate that my life is going down such an awful path of being plagued by dangerous circumstances and I feel so helpless because there's nothing I can do especially when I recalled the book I read last time. "Alpha?" He glanced at me solemnly, lingering for my next words. "According to the book, a silver werewolf can only achieve a peaceful life is goes far away... either alone or

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.

Damian smirked, rising smoothly to his feet. “Zara,” he said suddenly, his voice sharp like a whip crack. “Watch.” His eyes glowed with the Alpha command effect—burning golden, pulsing through Zara’s body like chains. Her neck snapped toward him. Her spine locked. She couldn't look away. “Good girl,” he murmured. Then to his warriors, “Hold them.” The first spy screamed as he was pinned to the floor, back arched in pain. With slow, deliberate precision, Damian withdrew a hooked silver blade from his waist.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

Three years after losing my wolf, I learned that my mate, Alpha Kael, had been poisoning me with Silver Dust to suppress my awakening. All because the one he truly loved was my adopted sister, Selene. I was standing outside his office, clutching a file, my knuckles hovering just inches from the door when I heard his voice. "Have Clara’s blood reports come in yet?" "They have, Alpha. The level of Silver Dust in her system is dangerously high." Silver Dust?

Silver Fang has known war, they’ve seen darkness swallow the sun for three days before and somehow they battled their way out with great loses. Those three days were etched into the memory of every survivor, a time when the world felt like it had forgotten the meaning of light. They had buried their dead in the cold earth, wiped the blood from their blades, and told themselves they had won. They healed and moved on or so they thought, until this same darkness they thought they conquered is back, this time threatening to conquer their lands for good.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.