Silver Bullet Pure Romance Novels & Stories

When no one was around, I limped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I told Brian to wait at least thirty minutes before coming out. The quiet was broken by the comments exploding across my vision. [HEHHEHEHE. The system didn’t mute the audio earlier. We heard everything.] [I’m sorry, but the villainess and the male lead are way too good together. I suddenly don’t care about the male-lead-meets-pure-heroine redemption arc anymore.] [I don’t want vanilla romance anymore. Give me spice. We must stick to this little side-route now. I’m begging.]

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For a split second, a flash of bright, predatory silver sparked in the depths of his pupils. My breath caught. His wolf. “Hey! Lovebirds! Or whatever the hell you are!” Zane yelled from inside the limo, his face popping out of the open door. “Get your asses in the car! We have a club to burn down!” The silver vanished from Roman’s eyes as quickly as it had appeared. He blinked, a dark, complicated emotion flitting across his face before he masked it with his signature, lazy smirk. He stepped back, opening the door wider and extending a hand to help me inside.

The poor little bunny moved and peeked at him through her silver-blond locks but the moment their eyes met, she flinched and buried her face again. Romeo's eyebrows twitched from the realization that the bunny was scared of him, not at the dead beasts that were scattered around him. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again, his eyes were no longer golden-red. It had became a silver coloured eye He ran his fingers through his hair and patiently, he tried to coax the bunny once more.

"Don't worry—the Passion Dust is the real deal. I spent a fortune buying it from the South Sea, so that you'd have an unforgettable experience of carnal pleasure. You can't resist it even if you've completed Birthright—you have to be Ascendant rank, or you wouldn't even know what hit you." "I-It was you…" Silverbell drew her sword, pointing it at Maron's face and intent on killing him right then. However, her limbs were limp, and she felt as if her meridian nexus was on fire, and she certainly did not have the strength to wield her sword. Now, she was no more than a weak and vulnerable girl, withdrawing as she heaved and resisted the fire in her loins, shrieking at Maron to stop him.

He told me that there was nothing to worry about since werewolves heal incredibly fast, but by the looks of it, it didn't seem like he was even healing at all. "Dylan?" He turned to me in response with his eyebrows raised in question. "Yeah?" "Your injury...it's getting worse, isn't it?" The brief moment of hesitation before he smiled reassuringly and shook his head was all I needed to know that my suspicions were correct. I remembered Enzo telling me that he was shot in the chest with a pure silver bullet and just barely managed to dodge it. Silver is fatal to werewolves. "Don't lie to me."

“You really think Zeta and Thane won’t drag your sorry ass down with them? Don’t be stupid, Blade. You’re disposable.” He charged. Scarlet barely had time to breathe before silver flashed...bright, violent, screaming under the moonlight. The blade sang as it cut through the air, aimed straight for her heart. Silver. Pure. Deadly. Her world slowed. Her eyes widened. Fuck... A body slammed into hers, knocking the air out of her lungs. Warmth splashed across her chest. A familiar scent...burned pine, blood, regret...wrapped around her like a memory she’d tried to kill.

The consequences meant that his father was unable to smell him, that if his mate passed by him, he would not be able to smell it, and that he would never be able to smell his species. The father starts the car again and restarts the driving. Sterling remains silent. 58 years of life. 58 years of loneliness for both of them. Damn war. Silver knocks on Romeo's door. He feels that only Silver is there, so he gets up, his eyes red and swollen, and opens the door. - My prince, I have a proposal. Romeo raises his eyebrows. Silver wasn't used to calling him by his name. - Which proposal? - Can I go inside?

“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.