Robert Silverberg Novels Novels & Stories

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

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 75. Ava tried to convince herself that there was nothing wrong with Mr. Silver having a fiancée. There could be a million and one reasons for him to have gotten married to her even when he is engaged to someone else. Hopefully, all of these will be over in a year when they are divorced. She settled into the mattress and got ready to sleep, but the sound of her door swinging open only managed to stir her awake. Her body turned against her will to find Mr. Silver standing by her door with that devilish grin fixed on his face.

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?

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

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.