Silver Claws Novels & Stories

My books on his shelves. I picked up the silver bracelet he gave me on our second anniversary. “For my future Luna,” he had whispered. Future. I set the bracelet down carefully. Then I opened the wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase. Lyra stirred anxiously. Are we really leaving? “Yes,” I whispered. Because I refuse to stay where I am only almost chosen. Downstairs, I heard the distant rumble of a car entering the driveway. Rowan was home. For one fragile second, I hesitated.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

He smiled, “I don’t know your scent, and I know all the wolves. But, the shellshocked look about the mindlink not working with a dog tells me you haven’t been in the city long. What’s your drink?” “An iced caramel macchiato would be a really nice,” I said. “She just came in last night!” Clarissa excitedly told him, like she had found a little lost pup. “This is Miss Iceclaw, Mr. Silverburn’s fiancé.” He sucked in a breath, and looked deep in my eyes. “But, you’re dead,” he said quietly. “You must be mistaken,” I said, noticing the evergreen tattoo on his forearm. “Or maybe you’re mistaking me for someone else?”

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

He looked frozen in place. “Peekaboo,” Silver said. Vlad's eyes widened. Silver attacked even before the other man could twitch in reaction. He released hundreds of spinning compressed blades of water at Vlad, reducing him to minced meat that splattered to the ground. Silver didn’t hear Vlad scream.

He already knew that the first to third-grade weapons were low-ranking, the fourth to sixth-grade weapons were middle-ranking, and seventh to ninth-grade weapons were high-ranking. James let him choose a low-ranking weapon, so he could only pick one from first to third grade. There were many sharp weapons to choose from, but Caspian already targeted picking a third-grade spear. The spear was named Silver Scales. Just like its name, the spear's surface appeared as if it was coated with silver. At the same time, it seemed as if it was covered in a thin layer of scales. The most baffling thing about the scales was if you looked straight at the blade of the Silver Scales, it would just appear to

The blades looked lighter, a chill ran through my spine the moment I recognized it. Silver.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.