Silver Crows Novels & Stories

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

The last time she saw this butterfly, Miren was surprised, but this is the second time she saw silver butterflies appear on the villa grounds. This place was also frequented by small animals, but those animals were all merely examples of the typical flora and fauna that could be found in the nearby forest. Only this silver butterfly belonged to a category that could not be described as "ordinary." Silver butterflies are creatures that can only be produced through the use of magic.

I looked down at the gorgeous dress she had picked hoping who ever her Alpha was that this wouldn’t give him the wrong idea. I smiled when she stepped back out into my room, the dress fit her perfectly. We ended up sitting in front of my mirror as she did her makeup and we talked about school, her favorite classes were dance and art. She absolutely loved Selena and had choregraphed a dance to one of her songs for her final class. Their school had already ended and she graduated a month before it’s why she was able to come with on this trip. It seemed like time was moving slowly but I looked and we only had twenty minutes before the packs should be starting to show up and suddenly, I felt a w

“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.

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.

Garrick's POV All I could feel was shock. I didn't realize that I had stopped breathing until my chest burned and I had to force myself to start breathing. My eyes refused to leave her—this wolf that had just ripped her way into existence before us. Silver. I had never seen anything like it. Wolves came in blacks, browns, whites, grays… but silver? Never. Not like this. Not twice the size of a normal wolf, either. She was out of this world.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

The sound is pathetic, more animal than human, and the nearest wolves in the front row smirk. The silver is designed to weaken, to strip the wolf out of a body and leave only meat behind. I feel it like a rot, crawling up my arms, sapping everything good and hot and alive from my veins. My fingers tingle, then go numb. I flex them anyway, refusing to give the crowd the spectacle of collapse.

I shrugged. “Very rare. Rarest of rare. They are known to be created by the Moon Goddess’s blood itself. No one has been lucky enough to see one, but if you have, consider yourself immensely lucky. Just like white wolves, silver wolves also represent good omen, peace, fertility, but also immense power, healing and magic. If someone is blessed with a silver wolf, which hardly ever happens, then it's assumed that he or she is sent by the Moon Goddess herself for something greater, to heal.” Ruby answered. “Oh fuck,” Mac hissed while I stood there, speechless.