Silver Crows Novels & Stories

‘You must, I can scent the humans are coming and I cannot protect you against them. Lifting her head she heard them crashing through the woods, 'I tell you I saw it. A huge Silver Wolf. You know what that means. We must find it for him he will pay well for such a specimen.’ A gruff voice said ‘Don’t kill it, we must catch it alive, he always says that there is so much we can learn from such a creature’

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

But once again, they were completely disappointed and defeated by my reaction — or rather, my total lack of reaction. I looked calmly at the sparkling stones resting around her neck, acknowledging them briefly, and then slowly shifted my gaze straight into her eyes with absolute calmness and coldness. "It suits you perfectly, Miss Rios," I answered her softly, calmly, and completely expressionless, nodding my head slightly as if I was genuinely complimenting her appearance. "Green is definitely your color, and the design is quite classic and beautiful indeed. I am glad Lucas finally found someone who appreciates and wears it better than I ever could."

“I have no idea what he is talking about.” I let out a breath, crossing my arms as I thought. “We have company,” Kaden said and I felt his energy slide over my body, masking my presence. A bunch of wolves bounded past us, heading straight for Silver. Kaden’s hand flew over my mouth before I could warn him. Silver did not even turn around when he flicked his hand. A thin line of water moved so fast behind him and sliced three of the rogues’ necks at once. They dropped to the ground without even realizing what had taken their lives.

Cassian says, gentler now, pushing off the frame. "And it's your wolf they need up there. A silver reads old blood and bad magic the way the rest of us read a fresh trail. Whatever's driving those rogues, you'll scent it before anyone. The Silver is a story in Thornridge, Aria. A title. Nobody up there is going to look at a legend and see a Hollis runt."

Instead, their metal doors were stamped with a bright, shining symbol made of solid silver: a howling wolf head surrounded by three sharp silver swords. It was the Silver Crest. This was the official, terrifying emblem of the global Lycan Council. The vehicles stopped in a perfect line in front of the main building. The doors opened, and six elite Council executioners stepped out into the freezing wind. They wore heavy black leather coats with silver buttons, and their faces were completely covered by dark iron masks. They moved with a synchronized, chilling speed, their boots making heavy, rhythmic thuds against the white snow. Behind them walked a tall, older wolf with long white hair and

“Silver pills.” He cursed under his breath. “What?” The word came out sharp. Ash pushed to his feet and stared at me. “We do not know what this means yet. But we found out today that the other twin members of the Eclipse Circles were never killed in the battle. They were poisoned. All of them. Silver pills.” My thoughts spun hard, then stalled. A faint, shaky smile crossed my face before I could stop it. The image of Luna Freya’s black wolf rose clear in my mind. Strong. Distinct. She was not part of the Eclipse Circles. I was sure of that.

They dumped a bucket of foul-smelling water over my head while laughing. "Look at yourself, Stella! You don't deserve to be in the Cantrell family! Rosie is the actual princess of the Cantrells! Go back to whatever backwater place you came from, you hillbilly! "Next time, we'll strip you naked and show everyone what trash you really are!" Nicole Sanchez shouted and kicked the door hard, making me flinch. I smirked, waiting until they left before emerging from the stall, looking like a complete mess. After that, I grabbed my phone from the windowsill, ended the recording, and sent the video to the principal and Mike.

Nick mumbled while everyone else agreed with him. Liam nodded and gazed at me, "I am. After talking to Edward and analyzing everything that he said, I am certain of everything that I am about to say. She is a silver wolf... A silver wolf because I read in of our ancient historical books that only the royal lycans and silver wolves are immune to silver. She can't be a lycan as no one can lock a lycan, especially a royal one as they are the wildest and most powerful wolves in the history of werewolves but silver wolves... The silver wolves can be locked with a powerful spell. You just need a powerful witch to suppress their magic."

There is a deceptive quality about small towns. They market themselves with glossy postcards and romanticized notions of quaintness, suggesting nothing but cozy streets, sun-dappled squares, and genuinely friendly, overly helpful neighbors. But you soon learn the truth. Silver Ridge has a distinct flavor. It's not the sugary-sweetness of a tourist destination; it's more akin to a square of exceptionally dark chocolate, the expensive, high-quality kind that carries an underlying, deep current of bitterness, the taste that sneaks up on the back of your throat long after the initial bite. And right now, in the late afternoon sun filtering across the pavement, that complex, unsettling flavor sme