Silver Crows Novels & Stories

Jeremy’s intuition rarely proved wrong. And neither did Silver’s noises. The horse always made that same huffing sound when he’d found a new loyal subject from whom to demand attention. Silver was the worst kind of bleeding heart. Friend to all and foe to none, as long as they gave him the ample attention he thought he deserved. Apparently, even from a lost she-wolf.

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

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

Not the common golds or ambers of most wolves, but a rare, breathtaking, terrifying silver. ​ The moment my eyes met his, the noise in the dining hall vanished. The scent of food disappeared. There was only a roar of silence in my ears, and a frantic, impossible pull in my chest. It felt like being suddenly tethered to a supernova. ​ Kael Blackwood’s expression didn't change—no surprise, no smile, no recognition. But his silver eyes narrowed. Not in rage, but in assessment. They trailed down my body—the dress, the apron, the trembling hand—and then back up to my face. The sheer intensity was suffocating.

As soon as we stepped in, dark witches popped out from side passages and little hideouts, their magic flashing bright and scary. The battle broke out instantly. Silverfang warriors shifted mid-run, becoming massive wolves. Nightshade wolves fought with savage strength born from years of combat training. Hunters fired enchanted bullets that burned through magical defenses and left trails of silver fire in their wake. I kept my mind on my main goal: getting to the serum storage on level four. Everything else didn't matter as much. Mathias and Daxon were beside me as we went deeper into the building. Vida and two other witches were behind us, using their magic to clear the way and open doors.

"The test is simple. The girl will stand in the circle. If she is a half-griffin, half-wolf...as she has claimed, the silver will do nothing. Her griffin blood will protect her." He paused. Let the silence stretch. "If she is a witch... the silver will burn." The crowd murmured. Wolves shifted in their seats. I saw Sha near the front, her face pale, her hands clasped. She wouldn't look at me. Couldn't even meet my eyes. Cressida stood at the edge of the ice. Raven beside her. Their hands were linked. "You don't have to do this," I said quietly. "Yes," Cressida said. "I do."

But with our pampered Alpha in tow, we ended up at a hotel on neutral territory. That night, rogues attacked without warning, and the hotel was engulfed in unnatural flames. Seeing a fatal silver arrow flying toward Kaiden, I instinctively shoved him aside, only to be struck in the spine. The silver poison seeped into my bones, and my wolf died inside me. And Clara, to draw our pursuers away, led them off on her own. She never opened her eyes again. Afterward, Kaiden took meticulous care of me. Once I recovered, he knelt before the entire pack, proposed, and marked me as his.

“I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother being human. Silver dragons are also only able to give birth in human form and they have live births rather than laying eggs like the rest of the dragons. During this time, a female dragon is most vulnerable because she cannot transform for six