Silver And Blaze Novels & Stories

she answered, gulping loudly. “Our intel says he’s staying with an ally in the woods. The Horizon lady has assumed charge over Eclipse, but there’s no binding blood moon to her pact.” “I don’t care about Natasha or Rune. I’m worried about Silver,” I stated. “I can’t protect her from in here, reading books, meditating, and drinking fucking tea. I need to get to her!” “No!” she blurted. “Gramps said you made a deal to stay if you lost, and you did lose. So relax. We’ll send some of our people to assist them, and Jane will join them soon.”

The Silver Blessing hums beneath my skin, making me faster, sharper, the very air bending around me like a shield. ​The rogue lunges, claws extended for my throat. I drop low and slash upward. ​The blade only grazes its leg, but the reaction is apocalyptic. The dagger flares silver-bright—a searing, holy light that consumes the rogue in seconds. Its feral snarl twists into an agonizing scream as the cursed flesh chars to ash. The air grows thick with the acrid stink of burning fur and bone as the beast collapses into a smouldering heap at my boots.

It’s obvious they did all they could to please me, but I have no interest in parties or events like this. “What are you here for?” I question, my voice sharp. Blaze clears his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “You are quite observant. I have a request to make.” “What request is that?” Even before he speaks, I already have an idea of what he intends to say. “I need the silverthorn herb, Alpha Kai.” I scoff, stooping a passing waiter to grab a glass of champagne from his tray. Alpha blaze downs the content of his cup and exhales, before turning to stare at me with apprehension.

I motioned for my warriors Beta Kael, Daren, and the others, but before we reached the line of fire, Regina stepped forward, clutching the same satchel she'd carried yesterday followed by Carla and the others. "Alpha Archer," she said quietly, eyes on me, "your men are still healing from the burns. The fire's enchantment will target the wounded first. You'll lose them before you even reach the center." Her tone was steady, respectful but daring. "And what do you suggest Regina?" I asked, though my wolf bristled at the challenge. She drew out a small vial, a shimmering blue liquid that smelled faintly of pine and silver. "It's a mixture of frostroot and moonlace. It'll mask the burn for a few

"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

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And she was behind us, with Caden behind her, and they were both bloody. "Take cover!" she yelled. Silver falls on top of Asher and me, his body increasing in size. We heard a loud boom! Followed by the sound of water making a dangerous splash. I looked down, and I could see the red water flowing. "Did someone blow up?" I asked, looking up at Silver, but he was more like a stone. I hit him in the chest, my heart beating. Is something wrong with him? Why is he a stone? I thought, still hitting him.

Since she had no clue what even Silver was talking about, she couldn’t comment. “He will be fine. He is an Alpha King, he will come back soon,” Zion held Silver’s hand to calm her down. “But what did you do to him? What did you do, Silver?” Layla had her voice toned down, but it was because she was filling herself with energy. “I did nothing. He wanted me to help him, so I did.” it offended Silver that Layla always took her actions wrong. She had always accused her when Silver’s intentions were just pure.

A pair of eagle-like wings also grew from his back. Blaze, the daughter of Nyx—the female personification of night—and Oreas—the purple-winged God of the north wind and God of winter, chilling the air with his icy breath, had the same skills as her father to freeze a certain creature with her cold breath. The reason why she had an unexplainable anger towards Jack is that their birth parent's powers are in contrast. Jack, the son of Apollo—the God of the sun—and Hestia—the Goddess of Hearth or fireside, has the ability to use flame magic, and his spear could also burn anything that touches it. Blaze now wears armor that is freezing cold. Her armor is now made with ice; her hair remains white

Sara watched them to find a weakness. Through family bonds, they felt Luna's immediate alarm as she sensed their danger. *Brother?* *Protect Blaze * Axel sent back as he and Sara moved into fighting position. *We've got this.* He didn't want his sister involved this was their fight. The attackers had spelled weapons like Cassidy had used – silver meant to burn phoenix fire. But they hadn't counted on how recent events had strengthened the alpha pair's combat synchronization. "My mate's scars," Axel's voice carried deadly promise, "taught us something about silver weapons." His power rose dangerously. "Want to see what we learned?"