Novel & Cerita Robert Silverberg Novels

Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" he breathed. I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous. "I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running." The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid. "They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”

"Yes, sweet, my child I am the moon goddess and I created the Lycans but because of their greed, I was forced to take the spirit of the Lycans away and make them ordinary werewolves. My heart bled that very day I did so. It was too painful for me to witness but I had to do what was right. I was so grieved that I gave them a way out against the wishes of the other goddesses and gods. They believed it was undeserved because my children were the cause of the war, to begin with." "A savior will be born 10,000 years to come; she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. Only through her can the prop

Lucifer replied and untangled herself from Rogue, she looked at him over her shoulder and smiled as she continued to walk towards Thanatos study to discuss what she had told Rogue. Rogue yawned again and trudged down the designated hallway, He entered the first room he saw and fell on the bed, his eyes glanced at the ceiling. “Who would've thought that, Silver would be the first to die among us. Even if his death was unprecedented but still.” he said to himself and closed his eyes not wanting to think about the situation more than he already had, it was giving him painful stomach aches. He allowed sleep to take him over and bring him into the world of dreams.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

Silver's POV We sat quietly by the fireplace, Kaleb tapping his knee with his fingers to control his urge to speak. It was just the four of us—Kaleb, Crator, Rune, and me. “This is fuckin' lame.” He got up, moved to the counter, and poured himself a drink while the rest of us hesitated to speak. “Can one of you say something already? Fucking hell.” Rune cleared his throat loudly. “What are you doing here, Silver?” he asked with a stern look.

She did not know where she was going to go but she could not stay with her family leaning against the window pane she let her tears flow again she had never felt so alone, 'Mama? She spun around so fast she almost fainted with shock at the sight of her firstborn, 'Conri?' Her legs buckled and Conri caught her in his arms, he was a grown man now and looked like the male version of her with his pale silver blonde hair and molten silver eyes. He carried her back to the Silver City and when she opened h

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

Quenching Desires Rodriguez watched Silver with conflicted eyes, different thoughts filling his mind, raising questions and taking him from the moment for a bit. This was very out of character for him, he wasn’t one to mess with people under him, talk less of his maids, and although Silver just became one very recently, -she didn’t even really belong there-she still fell on the category.

the adult automatically said, as if on autopilot, his eyes glazed over as if in a trance. The stormy-eyed boy leaned over me, his teary gaze holding mine. "I will come for you." He promised, placing a silver pendant with a large sapphire in the center around my neck. He kissed me once on my forehead and then disappeared from my vision. The adult picked me up and left. I huddled into his chest, wanting to feel warmth, but only felt cold. Moments later, I was deposited in the middle of an emergency room. The nurse sitting at the counter saw me alone, covered in blood, and screamed. Several nurses and doctors came running out, and I was taken back and assessed. I was given a transfusion. And th