Silver And Blaze Novels & Stories

they are not just resisting the silver ions. They are completely neutralizing them on contact, Valerie said, a cold, triumphant smile cutting across her face. As of six o'clock this morning, the entire southern warrior coalition consisting of over fifteen thousand elite combatants is completely immune to silver weaponry. A silver tipped bullet will do nothing more than bruise their skin. A silver blade will shatter against their muscle fibers. The entire courtroom erupted into a chaotic roar. Alphas in the gallery stood up, shouting, slamming their fists against the railings.

She had to stand there and watch her mother lie motionless just out of reach, her own grief a heavy stone in her throat that she wasn't allowed to swallow. It’s now come down to her and Ashley. The two sisters were the final pillars of the Silver Fang. Silvia was the shield, anchored to the earth by her love for her family and her sheer refusal to let anyone else die. Ashley was the sword, lost in a trance of vengeance and power, closing the distance between herself and the man who had caused so much pain. Silvia looked at her sister, seeing the fire dancing around Ashley's hands, and she knew they were running out of time.

POV: Blaze Ryder "You’ve already forgotten everything, Ash. You’re not an Alpha right now. You’re a dog chasing a ghost." Blaze spit blood into the snow, standing up slowly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze fixed on the brother he had followed since they were cubs. He saw the madness in Ash—the way his gold eyes were losing their clarity, becoming clouded by the silver-and-black rot of the mate-bond's corruption. Ash wasn't thinking about the Silverfang territory or the treaty with the vampires. He was a man drowning, and he was willing to pull the whole world under with him.

Other abilities I discovered were the ability to control elements such as air, water, fire, earth, and so on. Then on my sixteenth birthday, I developed physical enhancement like Mother did. I completely changed into a younger version of my mother. Oh, also, my Lycan is pure silver like Mother's; the only difference is mother's other half is a wolf, while mine is Lycan, but both are pure silver. I don't know why all these were passed down to me if mother, according to father, has fulfilled what was predestined of her, which landed her in a comatose state for years.

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

he gasped. She was suddenly there, her hand gripping his wrist. The bond between them flared, sharp and searing. Kaelen felt her magic thread into his, cool and steady like moonlight against fire. Together, they forced the blaze inward, pulling it back before it swallowed friend and foe alike. When the flames receded, Kaelen collapsed to his knees, smoke curling from his skin. His breaths came ragged, his vision blurred. Around him, the battle raged on. Serenya moved with terrifying grace, her staff sweeping arcs of silver light that seared through vampire flesh. The hunters loosed arrow after arrow, pinning the creatures before they could reach the camp’s heart.

This was not how I planned it. I stood at the edge of the madness, my fingers tightening around the Silver Blade. Its presence thrummed in my grip, a silent reminder of the power it held. My blood had bonded with it. I could feel it singing to me, begging to be used, to be fed. But not yet. The blade was not for these insects. It was for her. I let out a slow breath, my patience thinning as I watched the battle unfold. The Silver Moon pack was locked in combat with the Moon Blood warriors, their bodies twisting, shifting between forms as they tore into each other.

"Just making promises to myself." Her laugh was breathless but genuine. "Save the victory celebrations for after the victory, Storm." *Silver.* She'd called me Silver. Not Jace, not future Alpha, but the pack name that had once been a source of pride and then shame and was now becoming something else entirely. Recognition. Acceptance. Partnership. The next wave hit us harder than the first. Eight rogues this time, armed with military-grade silver ammunition and moving with the kind of coordination that spoke of extensive training. These weren't desperate criminals—they were professional soldiers who'd gone rogue.