Silver Giant Novels & Stories

Blake asked curiously; if he was to survive, he needed money. “The most basic are copper, silver, and gold. A hundred copper equals one silver. A thousand silver equals one gold. One hundred thousand gold equals one Spirit Stone. One million Spirit Stones equals one Spirit Crystal, and lastly, one billion Sprit Crystals equals one Divine Stone, but they are rare; only the royal family has a Divine Stone mine.” Then Sister Song remembered the pile of Divne Stones Blake had shown her earlier, “Present company excluded, of course.” She smiled.

Over time, strands of silver had interwoven themselves among the vibrant strands, creating a striking contrast that spoke of the wisdom accumulated throughout her years. Her tail, a magnificent extension of her being, boasted scales of cobalt blue that retained their vibrancy, reflecting the enduring strength within her. Yet, upon closer inspection, they discovered that her tail bore a delicate adornment. Scattered amongst the azure scales were speckles of silver, like stardust scattered across a midnight sky. These silver speckles, reminiscent of the trials and tribulations she had weathered, served as a testament to her resilience and the wealth of knowledge she possessed.

“Marriage is a liability I cannot afford. I will seal my position as Capo by slashing the throats of anyone who speaks against me. Not by some fucking marriage. It is never going to happen. Not today ,not tomorrow,not ever, Don Silver. Using his name caught his attention and I wished it hadn’t. His eyes shot up. I saw the split second of anger on his face before the schooled mask of calm slipped back on. “ At the expense of you seat as Capo?”, he asked in a dangerously low voice. A sharp intake of breath escaped from my lips in surprise. “ You will not-“ “You don’t get to tell me what I will and will not do Kian DaSilver.You will listen and listen good.!”

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

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?

one of the Sentinels cried, pointing toward the far wall. Where my violet light hit the rock, the stone didn't just glow—it sang. Veins of a brilliant, shimmering metal began to throb beneath the surface of the granite. It was star-silver, but it wasn't the dull grey of the southern mines. This was raw, ancient, and as my light touched it, the metal bled a liquid, glowing blue. "The star-silver," I breathed, stepping toward the wall as if in a trance. "It’s reacting to the Eclipse."

The pressure from the tower was pushing against me, and my dormant royal bloodline magic was fighting back, trying to force its way to the surface to protect my body. I gasped softly, my vision turning blurry and dark at the edges. I looked down at my hands. My stomach dropped in pure panic. Beneath my pale skin, my veins were beginning to glow with a faint, dangerous golden light. Bright, microscopic golden threads were spreading rapidly up my wrists, pulsing in time with my frantic heartbeat. If Gideon saw this, the secret would be out. A simple scholarship girl didn't have golden blood. Only the extinct High Sovereign line possessed that forbidden light.

* Regina * A few weeks later, there was a huge celebration in our pack. The Wild Pack had never seen a gathering like this. It started from the ridge to the riverbend, banners woven with silver thread and emerald dye swayed between the ancient trees. Flowers bloomed where none had grown the night before, wild magic answering joy. Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness.

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

- A sly smile appeared on the lips of the silver-haired girl. _________ I think we're going to get along very well.. - She smiled in agreement being taken right away by one of the photographers, in my thoughts all that remained were the mere seconds of which still bothered me, "How could I take pleasure in meeting someone who doesn't care about his own people?.." I prank making a very rude sound, and then I don't realize it, the main minister of the sector came towards me, heavens! I won't have time to run away!