Silver Crows Novels & Stories

He wasn’t aware of Your Silver’s real gender and even if he did, I bet he was after a rogue being tamed. Chris smiled for the first time since he raised the topic. “Then, I am insisting.” He looked at the rest of us in the room. Ray sat up, having a troubled feature. “I refuse…” “Why?” Chris hurriedly ask. “Your Silver is the only silver wolf in the whole land. What about the prophecy?” “Damn that prophecy, Ray. Your Silver is the evil in that prophecy not it’s savior!” Chris retorted. “You never see greatness till you lose it, that’s your problem!” He shouted.

Stella put her arms on my shoulder almost making me stumble forward. "Did you heard that one of the high ranking member of Silver Eagle's are here?" Stella asked and we nodded. "We were just talking about them?" Emma said. So, number one pack is called the Silver eagle's. Even the name is so cool But aren't they wolves? They should have choosen a name that somehow reminds you of the wolves. "You might be wondering why they are called Silver eagle's right?" Stella asked and I nodded. I hate it that she is too smart.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

Silver, a large grey wolf who is the leader of the pack, convened a meeting of the other members of the pack in order for them to discuss the next actions that they ought to take. In the phrase "we need to be on high alert," Silver is the one who drew everyone's attention to the fact that "we need to be on high alert." We have no idea what this spy is trying to accomplish, but we cannot allow them to engage in any activity that would put our pack in jeopardy.

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.

The air shimmered with latent magic, words hanging like dew. Ari raised her staff, channeling a stabilizing ring of energy. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady though her heart pounded. “The world is rewriting itself because the pact we made the Silver Pact was never meant to last forever. It was a bridge between silence and renewal. Iluren has crossed that bridge, and now so must we.” A young adept stood. “And what are we crossing into?” Siran answered for her. “A conversation that has no end.”

"Perhaps she isn't as important to you as—" "Do it," I cut her off. "Start the ritual now." She blinked, then nodded slowly. "Are you certain? Once your wolf is gone, it can never be restored. You will lose everything—" "I'm certain." She pulled a silver ritual dagger from her robes, its blade etched with ancient runes. "Plunge this dagger into your heart, and your wolf spirit will transfer to her," the crone said, handing it to me. "But remember, you only have one chance. If you hesitate at the last moment—"

“And now the bride.” Elara rose. She moved with the same perfection she always did—smooth, controlled, obedient. Her hands didn’t shake. Her face didn’t change. She stepped forward, took the quill, signed in delicate, practiced letters, and set it down. Then she stepped back. That was it. The scribe turned the documents toward Theron and Gregor for witness signatures. The men signed in silence, one after the other. Then the final page—the Valtoris family registry.

the eldest council member says slowly, "we should discuss this more privately." Everyone files out except for Byrde, his parents, my mother, and the eldest councilman. Victoria tries to stay, but the King personally escorts her out. "Now then," the elder says when we're alone. "Let's discuss what really happened when the Collector touched that collar." "It burned him," I say. "The moment my scars touched it, he screamed like it was acid." "Because it was," my mother says. "The collar was made of cursed silver, meant to bind magical creatures. But your marks... they're pure moon magic. The opposite of his dark power."