Silver Exe Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

She must be saved! Vic sighed. - Do you have any suggestions? He glanced at the doctor, who trembled slightly, wrapping his arms around himself. - Well, purely theoretically, silver should act on the dead, - the teenager gave out. – I read about it somewhere. - Purely theoretically - yes, - Vic agreed, remembering how this same silver, even during his lifetime, began to burn his skin quite noticeably. - Okay, we carefully go around the house and look for silver. Stick together. And I'll stay with Lirta.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Frowning, I glanced in the direction he was growling. There was a box. And a rose lying right next to it… What the---?! I grabbed the rose, but instantly let it go, feeling my skin sizzle. My heart dropped as I realized--- Silver! She had breathed in silver! Silver wasn't deadly for us. However, it did leave serious damage and scarring if it was ever used as a weapon. If it came into contact with our skin, it cut us off from our wolves and hindered the natural healing process, leaving us vulnerable for a while. The feeling was like fire, burning you like a bad allergic reaction...

The mate bond pulsed weakly in my chest, the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. "The silver," I whispered. "It was spreading so fast. I've never seen it move like that, not even in humans. Not in an Alpha." Hunter and Alexei exchanged glances. "The blade was treated," Alexei said, his voice grim. "Weaponized silver. Designed to maximize damage." A cold weight settled in my stomach. Normal silver was dangerous to werewolves, but our bodies could eventually process it, especially Alphas with their stronger healing. Weaponized silver was something else entirely—designed to spread rapidly, to resist our natural defenses.

My voice, now his, fills the room—rich, velvety, commanding. “Silver should be dominant.” Silence. Cassidy blinks, then glares. “Aries, if you’re going to hijack Delilah’s body, at least say hello first.” Aries chuckles through my lips. “Hello, little human.” Alma crosses her arms. “Why silver?” My lips curve into a smirk. “Silver is the color of the moon, the bond that ties mates. It represents strength, purity, and divine right. It will remind everyone that Delilah is not just a queen but the vessel of the strongest wolf to walk this earth.”

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.”

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

“Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must have been laughing. “Do you know what it means?” Corvus asked. “You said something during the ceremony about bloodlines. About things that should have stayed hidden.”