Silver Crow Novels & Stories

Jack, Herne, and Warren didn't move a muscle, when faced with the spectral image of the woman. Traditional buckskin adorned the slender body. She raised her hands above her head, "Well are you going to help? You are members of the Scald Crow aren't you?" Jack and Herne took a step back from the phantom, and pushed Warren forward, "You go, whelp."

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

“Girls. Let's make Mrs. Silver the most beautiful woman for her wedding.” I watched in horror as my eyes fell on a pair of gleaming scissors lying beside the big boxes of makeup kits on the table. And before I could scream for help, the five of them dashed towards me with occupied arms and a huge smile on their faces. ***** “Do you like it, Mrs Silver?” I was still panting, chest still heaving as I nodded vigorously. “Is something wrong?” Michelle asked, her face scrunched with worry as she immediately dashed to my rescue, checking my temperature for any possible means of fever or something.

Mord said, a rare edge of tension in his voice. Killian used his glowing claws to flick the coarse cloth aside. It wasn't a cursed witch's artifact, nor a token from a rival pack. It was a meticulously crafted, pure silver hand crossbow. The arrowhead was coated in a murky, pungent liquid, and carved into the metallic grip was a single rose pierced by a silver sword. "The Silver Order..." I whispered, echoing the name I had seen in Malachi’s ledger, my fingers reaching out to touch the carved rose.

Joxer shook his head, "you should try exploring your home sometime. What do you think we live on? It's the silver mines of course." He asked the question and responded himself, silly human! Thus is why you really can't trust Joxer to be that reasonable. He had taken us to my mum's room, heading to the back of her wardrobe he pulled out an actual silver arrow. It's the most beautiful fighting equipment I have ever seen. And engraved at the edge of the silver is the letter W. "This is beautiful." Mumbled Allen "I did tell you both." Joxer bluffed. "Who would have thought we have such valuable resource." I said, still staring at it In amazement.

If I could get to reduce much stress in selection by limiting my assessment to a certain color, it would be better and quite easy for me. "You can choose either gold or silvery white." "Really, those are nice, royal colors." "Yeah, if you choose gold, then you'd go for a silvery-white shoe and purse, but if you go for a silvery-white gown, you got to go with gold accessories." "The combination is great, what of the crown. Do I need to use separate crowns on either cases?"

It was safer that way. “Sorry excuse me Luna Lilith we wanted to check what colour napkins you’d like?” Looking at the samples the omegas held out I looked them over before finally settling with the silver. It wasn’t as boring as the cream or beige, yet it wasn’t as tacky as the gold. The silver also held a meaning. Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts.

I dragged out the word in a warning tone. Aaron glanced his way; Dad met his gaze and they both smirked. I flicked my eyes back to the monitor, trying to remember what it was that I had forgotten. My train of thought had been disrupted, and now I had to think long and hard about the email that I was attempting to write. Then, like a smack on the head, I remembered. Ruby had wanted a snowflake-themed wedding, and she had searched all over the internet for an Ice queen tiara. I begged her to let me partake in some of the arrangements. As much as our mothers were handling things, I wanted to add my personal touch to the design. Silver was harmful to werewolves. That was why I had a replica of t