Silver God Novels & Stories

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “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 be laughing.

As a solution—like I’m the answer to a question nobody wanted to ask. And answers always come with a price. I’m standing at the edge of the southern clearing—the place where the circle held Violet. The grass grew back in spirals, like it remembers the old ritual, curling around the spot where it tried to burn itself into the earth. No scar, though. That’s what rattles everyone. Lydia’s magic didn’t leave a wound. I took it. Pulled it into myself. The silver under my skin’s quieter now, but heavier. Like metal that cooled too quickly but still remembers being on fire.

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.”

"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.

other and I will lead us to victory.' Lucas watched in stunned silence as she stripped him of all his power, taking his role of Alpha becoming the Leader he was meant to be. He could only watch as the massed ranks of Immortal Warriors knelt on one knee bowed their heads and swore allegiance to her then they gave out a roar as the brilliant silver light disappeared. Standing on top of the hill bathed in the light of the Moon were three huge glorious Silver Wolves, in unison they tipped up their heads and howled the sound echoing around the canyon hauntingly. The Creator stepped back his eyes dark and full of worry, 'No, no, no, th

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

Leonardo clicks his tongue and mutters under his breath, “Can’t believe I lost to this. How embarrassing.” “The man in orange is bad, Goldie. You need to punish him, or else,” The voice from the speaker says in a reprimanding manner, almost like scolding a child. Goldie groans. He staggers as he tries to stand up straight. Leonardo watches him with his guard up, steadily walking backwards. He wasn’t sure what they were planning with Goldie, but it does not look appealing.

"We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too." "Then it'll be waiting forever," Wendy said firmly. But even as she said it, she felt the power inside her pulse with something that felt almost like amusement. As if it knew something she didn't. As if it was already winning. "Let's continue," Aria said, waving her hand. The candles rearranged themselves into a new pattern. "This time, we'll work on precision. Light only the candles that form the moon goddess's sacred symbol." Wendy focused, raising her hand again. The power rose eagerly, almost playfully now. She direct

Well, even more reasons they should die, no one should know my face or gender, yet. By the time Jonah came to me, the last warrior was being held in a chokehold and I slammed him on his own sword. “I feel useless.” He sighed. “Wanna be useful? Help clean this up. This place is close to a market and people will flip seeing this much blood.” I noted. Jonah folded his hands. “What are you doing around here?” I narrowed my eyes at him, and marched to him, my both hands covered with blood. “Don’t ask, Jonah. I’m Your Silver, I can be anywhere.”

Fenris said Andre was still skeptical. Fenris ignored him and continued to speak. He had to get Andre to understand the danger that they were in. "Through trial and error, they found one of our weaknesses. They found that silver was toxic for us." Fenris said. Andre raised a brow. "I don't understand. Silver is outlawed everywhere. It was cleared from everywhere centuries ago." Andre said. "Even if they discovered that silver was dangerous to us, they would not have any way to get enough to make a difference." Andre debated. Fenris shook his head again. "Silver is not to be found here, but it is found in abundance in the human world." Fenris said. "They are immune to it, so they can form it