Silver Crows Novels & Stories

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—"

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."

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.

Gold and Silver were in their cottage making some portions, one could say the house was a typical witch house, it has lits of danglers arounf the house, in the windows and the doors, there were also dream catchers around the house, they were both in their portion room, you could see different tranperent botteles filled with different color of portions, in the middle was a pot that was be stired magically and different herbs being pured into it, the colir of the smoak kept changing until setteled in blue color which was excatly what the twins were looking for, they poured the portion into a bottle and closed it, they both sat down in the sofa close to them, they were bith silent for some time

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

Rex screamed, and blood instantly stained his chest. The burn of silver prevented the wound from healing. "Awooo—" Suddenly, howls erupted from all around as a hundred Silvermane warriors surrounded them. The "guards" behind me also revealed their sharp, silver claws. Our hidden elite warriors tore off their disguises, unleashed their wolves, and charged. "You..." Rex's wolf eyes widened in disbelief. "Surprised?" I sneered, pulling out the dagger. "The Silvermane Pack's wedding gift is the utter annihilation of you rogues!"