Silver Death Novels & Stories

Cord is the silent type, at least to the outside world he is. But beneath his stern exterior and remote ways beats the heart of a true Dom. Even as his brothers were pairing off with the new women in their lives, he knew that wasn't for him. There's no way he'd ever find a woman in the quaint little town willing to put up with his needs.And then she walked through the gates of his home and everything changed. Everything about her was wrong. She was too young, too inexperienced, too soft and petite, but so beautiful she took his breath away. Everything he wanted but could, should, never have.Then she mouthed off at him and he said to hell with it; he was taking her at all cost. With the first words out of her mouth he was already plotting her complete and total domination.SEAL Team Cord is created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

After my wife tortured me for the 98th time for Hudson Langdon, I gave up all hope and accepted her bestie, Mona Sachman, as my girlfriend. After a night of passion with Mona, she promised to help fake my death and we would get married overseas using a new identity. However, I woke up earlier than expected inside the coffin after taking the suspended animation drug Mona gave me. I was unable to move, but I could hear Mona talking to someone outside the coffin. "Miss Sachman, you've gained Sean Langdon's trust by instigating Sheila Edwards to torture him and pretending to save him after that. Why do you need to arrange for him to fake his death and bury him?" "That's the only way for the Langdons to believe that he had truly died, and for Hudson to secure his position as their heir. No one would ever mention that he is an illegitimate son after that." The other person asked after some slight hesitation, "Isn't it a little too long to wait seven days to dig him out of the coffin after you and Hudson Langdon get married?" "The drug is effective for five days. I've already gotten someone to put food, water, and an oxygen canister into the coffin for him. He won't die so easily."

Caitlin Lyon is the favored first daughter of Colton Lyon. Anyone who wants to date her will have to go through this tough as nails biker dad who thinks no one is good enough for his kid, not even the little snot nosed kid who’s been hanging around her for the past four years.Todd Henderson has spent the last four years learning his future father in law, from the age of fifteen when the big man himself threatened him to within an inch of his life if he even thought of messing with his daughter. Now he’s nineteen and with the training from the erstwhile Mancini has grown in experience if not years so he’s more than ready to claim his girl when he goes home on summer break from the college they’d both planned to meet at before her dad put the brakes on that one. The Lyon’s Cub Caitlin was created by Jordan Silver an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Talon Avery is the one everyone on campus whispers about, both male and female alike. The suave junior is captain of the football field, but that's not the only place where he shows his prowess. Known as a carefree man about town with a trust fund that's way beyond his peers', he has no plans on settling down anytime soon, not when he can have his pick of any female within a ten-mile radius. Until the day he sees her across the football field and feels something he never knew he could.Skylar Abbot has moved to the university miles away from home to lick her wounds. After the arranged marriage that had been looming on the horizon fell apart due to betrayal that involved a cousin and her intended, she wants nothing to do with men. Now she finds herself the sole interest of the school's heartthrob and the envy of all the other females who'd been waiting in the wings for a chance.Talon's Heart is Created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I have been dead for seven years. For seven years, a rare plague had ravaged the Silver Moon Kingdom. The new Luna, Lilith, wasn't immune either. She coughed up blood daily, her old wounds weeping anew with every full moon. Even in death, to the wolf packs, I was still the jinx. The false Luna who had beguiled the Alpha King. The cursed one destined to bring ruin to the kingdom. The entire kingdom begged Alpha King Kaelan to banish my vengeful spirit. My former mate was in the royal palace, softly consoling his current Luna, my sister. "Lilith, don't be afraid. If she insists on tormenting you with her curse even after death, then I will tear her inner wolf to shreds. You'll never be threatened by her again." But when they set foot in the Rogue Lands where I had been exiled, they found no wandering spirit of mine. Before them knelt the corpses of dozens of she-wolves, arranged neatly before my crude grave. They had all been exiled as "sinners", yet now, in death, they offered their final act of devotion. There was no trace of any spirit. There was only a small girl, about six years old, sitting beside the tombstone and clutching a photograph of me from when I was alive. Her ice-blue eyes were a perfect reflection of Kaelan's. "You're too late," she said. "Her inner wolf returned to the Moon Goddess long ago." "I've only been waiting here to get justice for my mother."

My adopted sister, an Omega who has always seemed delicate, harmless, and wolf-less, vanishes the night before full moon. Everyone, including my parents and my mate—the Alpha who's supposed to protect me—blames me for driving her away. They drag me to the Memory Offering altar, bind my wolf in silver chains, and demand the truth from my memories. Little do they know that my body has been laced with 99 silver needles, buried deep under my skin, each one driven in by the hand of the innocent girl they adore the most. The silverbane has seeped through my blood, eating away at my bones and my wolf spirit. I don't have long. So, I seize control. I invoke the oldest rite in the pack, the Memory Offering, to let them see the truth with their own eyes. For three years, I've been the one who was framed, humiliated, and tortured. Meanwhile, my so-called gentle sister is the real monster behind it all. By the time the truth is revealed, the silverbane has devoured my soul. Bathed in the blinding white light of the rite, I die on that cold, stone altar, with a pain that cuts to the bone and a peace that feels almost like freedom.

When billionaire Gideon Thorpe sees the young beauty, he's instantly smitten. A man accustomed to having whatever his heart desires, he's a little cautious as she seems rather young. When he can't get her out of his mind, he sets his team of investigators on her tail to find out all there is to know about the girl who has fast become an obsession. Gideon realizes that though he might have to wait to take her, he can't leave her in the situation he's found her in. When things become too dangerous, he takes her away to his home and, to keep her safe, marries her in a secret ceremony.But someone from his past is not too pleased, and danger follows the new bride around.Now he finds himself not only having to protect his wife from an ex who's out to destroy but also from the secrets that shroud her life. The Billionaire is created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My mother was once adored and protected by three men. As such, I had three fathers. After her death, I was raised by one of the greatest doctors, the richest man in Theala, and an award-winning actor. For 13 years, I was showered with overwhelming adoration. That was until three years ago—the day they adopted Erin, an orphan girl. From then on, they began to dote on her. When she accused me of stealing her necklace, they tore my room apart in their search, smashing my most cherished music box in the process. They only felt remorse when they saw me sobbing over the shards. As compensation, they bought me every music box they could find. When she claimed I mocked her for being an orphan, they forced me to write a hundred apology letters as punishment. They only massaged my hands in remorse upon seeing them trembling so badly that I could no longer feed myself. When Erin accused me of shredding her gown, they locked me in the dark basement, starving me for three whole days. When I was let out, they were filled with remorse upon realizing how much weight I had lost. Their bloodshot eyes watched over the grand feast they prepared as an apology. All of that lasted until Erin poisoned my cup of water. I kept coughing up blood as my body grew weaker by the day. Daniel only diagnosed me with malnutrition and made me take prescribed supplements. Unbeknownst to him, those supplements only hastened the poison's effects. After I collapsed at school, I went to the hospital for treatment. "You only have three days left to live," the doctor said. Why then… Why did my fathers drown themselves in sorrow and kill Erin after my death?

Willa had become content with her life as a rogue. She and her father had managed to make a life outside of the pack and to her, it was home. The only thing missing was justice. She was determined to find the identity of her mother's murderer and prove that the lycan king was behind her death. But she's not prepared for what would happen when she discovers the same lycan king is her fated mate. Ferrin never imagined his fated mate would be a werewolf from his country's strongest rival, let alone that she would be the female alpha that was foretold to destroy him and his kingdom. They had been searching for the alpha that was destined to cause his death for a decade. But could finding out that the alpha was his fated mate mean they were interpreting the prophecy all wrong? Or would he be forced to send her to her death to save his kingdom?

I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead. The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death. Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers. He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation. With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided. He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, basking in glory. He casually signed the document without even looking at me, then said with chilling indifference, “Don’t ever come to me again. Given how ungrateful you are, I can't be bothered to give you a proper burial." I nodded lightly. “I understand.” He did not know that the money for his treatments in the past years had come from me. Now, there were only seven days left until my death.