Silver Bullet Pure Romance Novels & Stories

“U still do but I can't let her have you. Not without a fight. “You know I really did love you,” I started, pulling out the silver blade. “I still do. But I can't let her have you. Not without a fight.” Roman’s eyes darted to the dagger in my hand. His body went rigid. He didn’t speak, just stared, but I saw it in his eyes. Not fear. No. Roman was too composed for that. It was something deeper. Pain. And disappointment. The nerve of him to be disappointed in me!

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

A silver bullet was the next option since a knife smeared with silver didn’t work. I felt the blood drain from my face and dropped my gaze back at Rum—he was turning grey twice as fast, life slipping away. ‘No… no, Rum!’ I sobbed hard, pressing tightly onto his chest, fighting the current. ‘I won’t let you die like this!’ ‘Nothing can save him now. A silver bullet has three times the dosage.' ‘NO!’ My view of Rum was blurring. ‘YOU’RE NOT DYING LIKE THIS!’ I screamed, a blunt ache in my chest.

Meanwhile in Silver fang. Katrina was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling with need as she lay in Adrian’s room, her voice thick with longing. “Hmm, yes baby, yes, just the way I love it,” she drooled, her eyes squeezed shut, every touch sending waves of heat through her. Adrian’s hands were on her, teasing her nipples, and she couldn’t get enough. “Please don’t stop, baby, yeah, oh moon goddess, take me, please, I want you inside of me right now,” she begged, her words spilling out in a desperate, breathless rush, her body aching for him. They’d been like this for days, ever since the potion had worked its magic, convincing his wolf that she was his mate. It had bound them togeth

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

I raised my eyes and met with a man in a perfectly tailored blue suit. "Mate" "Mate" "Mate" my wolf was continuously chanting and jumping inside. I started taking deep breaths and taking that smell as much as I can. He was probably 6.2 with a strong aura. His brown eyes fixed on me. Perfect jawline, and a sharp nose and I could imagine his perfect body under his clothes. His silky black hair strands fell on his forehead and swayed with his moments. "Luca Silver", Luca introduced forwarding his hand. "Jack Smith", he shook his hand. His voice was deep and sexy.

Enraged at being dismissed, Amara lunged forward and grabbed my arm. “You can’t run from the truth!” “Let go,” I said. The two words were ice, and the cold authority in my voice made her tremble. “I won’t!” she screamed, yanking on my arm. “You fake, pretentious bitch!” I ripped my arm from her grasp. “Ahh!” Amara cried out. She used the momentum to throw herself backward. She fell deliberately, right toward a surgical tray of sterilized silver scalpels. A sharp silver blade sliced across her arm. Blood instantly gushed from the wound.

The table was a slab of obsidian, set with silver that looked sharp enough to draw blood. I stood at the head of the stairs, my hand resting on the stone railing. Dante stood beside me, his hand hovering just an inch from the small of my back—a gesture of protection that he couldn't actually complete. "Smile, Elara," he whispered, his breath ghosting against my ear. "The wolves are hungry."

“Aaron said not to use them anywhere near you for fear they may also burn you.” “But I’m a Hunter,” Cassidy said, a bit irritated that Aaron would suggest she was anything other than just that—even though, technically, he may be right about her being part Vampire. “I can touch the silver bullets, and they don’t bother me.” “This silver is a bit different,” he replied, tipping his head from side to side as if he were working out a difficult math problem. “Have you ever been hit with a stream from the silver liquid we fire out of the Berettas?”

I rushed towards my mate, tears blinding my vision. “Zephyrus, nothing will happen to you. I’ll tend to your wounds just now. I took the rucksack off his shoulders and searched for the medicine box. I gave him some of his magic potion and Romanov helped me tend to his wound. “Silver is fatal for wolf-shifters. You should have been careful,” scolded a scared Romanov. “I’m immune to silver. Don’t worry about me,” he said with a smile. His eyes landed upon me and he looked at me with pride.