Silver Giant Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened comically as she took in the balance. "Holy moonstone!" she exclaimed. "That's enough to buy half the territory! What did you do, threaten to expose all his pack secrets?" "He just... transferred it," I said, still bewildered. "After I specifically told him I wanted to be independent." Sarah's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well, well, well. Looks like Daddy Gold is trying to stay in your good graces." "Daddy Gold?" I repeated, incredulous. "That's what the she-wolves at the Silver Moon Club call him," Sarah explained with a shrug. "Rich, powerful Alpha who provides for his favorites. Though usually not quite this generously."

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

It is no longer news that silverhound is a name to be feared In all the lands, after the blood that is the succession ceremony of Jerome, the world knows just one silverhound who is a car guru, a drug guru, the underground king, above the ground princess, king of the paranormals and a god.

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

Samantha “I wonder what you must think of Silverclaw, 12 of you were unable to convince me of your loyalty to my family, to Newblood.” My sharp gaze flickered over them all and I could feel the silver in my eyes flashing. Another thing that every Silverclaw member inherited with my blood alteration. The silver in our eyes makes its presence known to us, as well as everyone witnessing it. I could smell the terror on all of them, it practically engulfed the entire cabin.

Her heart hammered a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs as she stared through the dense upstate fog toward the blinding headlights of the silver sedan. She knew that name. *Aisha.* It wasn't the name of a corporate shell company in Delaware, nor a high-ranking coordinator within the upper echelons of The Consortium. It was a phantom moniker—a ghost signature that had appeared at the very bottom of the black-market transaction sheets she had briefly glimpsed on Dominic’s decrypted administrative terminal in Manhattan.

Dy worriedly said. “I don’t understand,” I replied with a confused look . “This stuff might kill any supernatural creature if taken in lethal quantities above 0.001 mg but it is highly addicting like drugs if taken in minute quantities,” Dy cleared my doubt. “Silver is so rare to get. How are they producing so much of this stuff ?” I asked in astonishment. “That’s the reason that this business is so lucrative for the drug peddlers. Apart from the risks, the prices are exorbitant and buyers are actually willing to shell out as much money as they ask once they get a taste of it,” Dy sadly explained.

Sham relaxed and went back to his normal human self. "Gold, diamond, emerald, sapphire, pearl, you name it and of course SILVER" Adrian added. Sham took his time to look at every piece one by one as he hadn't seen this much treasure before. Having touched and observed every precious stone there, he paid full attention to the silver. It was shiny and grey! Who could have thought this pure thing could cause much harm. Unlike among the pack where silver didn't even exist, it was quite excess here and different objects were made from it. Adrian picked a silver gem and crushed it into powder with his fist.