Silver And Blaze Novels & Stories

Blythe (softly, shaken): "No royal heir has ever glowed silver…" Xavier (whispering under breath, shaken): "Silver is the color of the moon." Vegas (urgent, to Vito): "We must control this. If word spreads—" Ceres (loudly, to the room): "You saw it. I didn't burn. The fire chose me." Pack Member (murmuring): "Then why silver? What is she?" Another Voice: "She's of two lines…" Purity Demanded

“It’s a rogue. I smell a rogue.” I smelled my mate. Why would a scout be taking the head front in this confrontation? Your Silver should be, not her. “Hello, Alpha King!” a feminine voice, appeared behind the door, flipping her long black hair around. My wolf howled inside. “Mate? Mate!!” As she walked in, a sense of weakness rushed into the room and the Blue Bloom Alpha fell on one knee. “Silver!” That’s when we saw it, on her hair were particles of Silver. As she flipped it, it spread and infected the air, choking on all who breathe it in.

But with our pampered Alpha in tow, we ended up at a hotel on neutral territory. That night, rogues attacked without warning, and the hotel was engulfed in unnatural flames. Seeing a fatal silver arrow flying toward Kaiden, I instinctively shoved him aside, only to be struck in the spine. The silver poison seeped into my bones, and my wolf died inside me. And Clara, to draw our pursuers away, led them off on her own. She never opened her eyes again. Afterward, Kaiden took meticulous care of me. Once I recovered, he knelt before the entire pack, proposed, and marked me as his.

SKY He’s made his choice, and it’s me. Sky Silver. The Silver Moon Pack’s outcast, and the strongest one among them, if I’m being honest. It feels strange being trapped inside this glowing orb, watching the Silver Moon wolves slam into it again and again, unable to break through. Aunt Selene is talking somewhere behind me, but my focus is drawn to the other woman standing outside the barrier. She’s made of light and magic, calm and steady, and I know without being told that she’s family too.

It was a tender breeze that cradled the echoes of long-forgotten lives, each gust whispering secrets of those who once walked this hallowed ground. Her fingers lingered over a new sigil etched into her palm, its sharp lines and intricate curves stark against her skin. This mark had been born from the fierce blaze she had summoned weeks earlier—a unique flame that felt alive with potential. It wasn’t soul-fire, devoid of warmth or purpose, nor was it Hollow, a shadow of existence. No, this was something far rarer; she had chosen to call it the Silver Flame, though its true nature remained shrouded in mystery. Yet, as she took each step on this sacred soil, she felt the gentle hum resonating f

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.

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.

She said dreamily making me groan and roll my eyes for the hundredth time since I stepped foot in her shop. "How much is that sandal?" I pointed to the gladiator sandals trying to divert the topic to something else. "Take your time sorting them out." She smiled at me. Apparently, Tracy was a genius in reading people's minds. "Fifteen dollars only." She smiled sweetly. We talked some more about nothing specifically but about Leddy and how he throws tantrums, about Mesh and Caesar and their obsession with work until we started fangirling about our obsession with the telenovela soap opera characters.

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

My whole body was corrupted by silver poisoning. It took three days in the hospital wing to bring me back from the brink of death. My mate, Kane, looked at me wrapped in layers of herb-soaked healing bandages. A flash of fear crossed his eyes. He turned to Isla and spoke slowly. "What exactly happened between you and Aurora on the balcony that day? She used to cherish her power so much. Why would she jump into molten silver over a simple threat?" Isla averted her gaze and looked pathetic.