Silver Crows Novels & Stories

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

His heart felt full of her acceptance of him as they devoured the white tailed buck. He hadn’t participated in their pack runs or pack hunts before, and although there were similarities to Dragonmoon, there were also many differences. Newblood revered her in a way that he had never even seen with Serburi, and they were considered royalty. He also had never seen silver wolves, gray, yes, but actually silver? And not just in coloring, but in a shimmering, practically glowing way. Every member of Silverclaw shared this aspect of their wolves. Subtle differences existed in the family, Samantha was larger and her claws were a blue that seemed to shine like stars, while the other’s claws were whit

I just lift the latch and walk in. The room is dark and primal, a stark contrast to the rest of Silvercrest. There are no tapestries, no polished wood. Just stone, straw, and the sharp, coppery tang of old blood and feathers. Cages line the walls, and from the gloom, a dozen pairs of cold, yellow eyes track my movement. Falcons, hawks, and in the largest enclosure, two massive Golden Mountain Eagles. They ruffle their dark feathers, their hooked beaks clicking, their displeasure a palpable force.

Crystal Monkey ahead, humans and mounts behind. “Is this the way, Silver?” Mane asked as the three moved. He was seated on his mount, Roxanne, and Lily was perched on her horse, Skimpy. Before the two was the large Crystal Monkey Lily had named Silver. *Wu wu wu* Silver nodded his head several times and pointed to the path before them. Well, it wasn’t so much a path as it was a cave. For that was exactly where Silver was leading them. Before them was the entrance of a cave that for some reason seemed to give off a faint glow. In a place like Dark Valley where there was no light at all, a glow like that was especially catchy.

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

I ducked and evaded Selena's attack, stabbing her from underneath her belly with the claw that was broken off from Elva's hand. Selena screamed out in pain and fell to the floor immediately. The silver wolves were a special specie of wolves who were created to bring down all the egoistic clans that had turned their back on the goddess. However, with their mission over, they remained a threat to the rest of the werewolf species, including the Lycans. Their body parts were lethal to that of other werewolves. The silver which they had in them was poisonous to every specie of werewolf, even to the cave werewolves who were said to be resistant to poison.

She must be involved,’ I asked. ‘No, it’s not her. But I can’t smell anything, so I’m not sure,’ she replied. ‘Why can’t we break free from these chains? We just got our powers back!’ I shouted in frustration. ‘Because those powers are just 1% of our real ones. Astrid, I can’t speak anymore. The Silver is choking me, draining all my energy,’ she gasped in pain. I understood her plight well. Silver was always too fatal for our wolves, making them weaker and lifeless. It hindered their ability to surface and communicate effectively.

As I turned the pages, a cold wave of shock and anger rushed through my veins. This was not a book of normal trade laws. It was a detailed, secret record of massive, illegal silver smuggling operations. Silver was the ultimate weakness of every Lycan. Pure silver metal could burn a werewolf’s skin, stop their supernatural healing, and weaken their inner wolf until they could no longer fight. Because of this extreme danger, the royal laws of the Crescent Phoenix pack were very strict. No one was allowed to import, trade, or hold large amounts of silver without the direct permission of the three princes.