Silver Giant Novels & Stories

Between each spike, there were four receptacles to fit the four topazes. The center of the star embedded as well, five particular gems. Two crescent-shaped white quartz that fitted perfectly with each other with a circular opening at their center, which in turn fitted a pair of black opals, also crescent-shaped, forming a black circle inside the white one. The black opals had the ability to propitiate evil, while the white quartzes surrounding and framing them, interfered with that power. As long as those four stones remained together, there would be a balance between the forces of good and the forces of evil. The lack of any one of the quartzes liberated a power within the opals, which gene

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.

silver said trying so hard not to think negative. . . .

* 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

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.