Silver God Novels & Stories

My eyes widened upon remembrance and the feeling of dread intensified in my belly. “Who?”, I gasped my question a mere whisper against the deafening silence at the table. Father avoided my gaze,his jaw clenching. “Kian DaSilver, Don Silver’s grandson.” My mouth dropped open. The name DaSilver had been making rounds ever since Kian DaSilver took over his father’s position as Capo after his gruesome murder. Rumors churned that he was irrevocably cruel,pitiless and built like a bull. My frequent eavesdropping at father’s office had made me hear father curse at him for drug routes he had lost to him.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

"Speak clearly." "Cassian came to my garage three days ago!" the mechanic confessed in a frantic, crying voice. "He paid me fifty thousand gold coins in cash! He gave me a special silver blade and ordered me to cut the brake lines on this specific truck tonight! He said he wanted it to look like a terrible accident on the mountain pass!" "Did anyone else help him?" Gideon demanded, holding the screaming man firm against the metal door.

Some wanted them as a symbol or trophies, others expected them to serve as their pack's oracles which lead them to early graves because of the mentality of If I can’t have it, then no one will. The rumors say the silver ones had special abilities, that some had the powers to foresee events before they transpired, infinite wisdom if you will, or the power to heal with a single touch, it was even whispered that one had the Goddess's ear, the ability to speak to her and hear her. I call bullshit. I was born with silver hair and eyes like moonbeams and I have never had any such visions. It has only ever brought me pain and death, first when I was seventeen, I doubt it will be any different now

The woman with silver hair stood up and watch as Allorah moved her hand around the fountain. “Is that the person you would save, Allorah?” the woman asked. “Yes, Mother Goddess. His soul is tainted and can still be saved,” Allorah said as she earnestly watches him. “So if we can save him, then why?” Mother Goddess asked. “Because he will have his soul tainted. In the future he won’t be able to be saved.” Allorah explained with a sad smile, “But for him, I would exchange my life. Just to save him. His worth it.”

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.

Stephan rubbed his hand on his hair before his gaze fell on Damian “ I dunno man, I really don’t know” ……………………………………………….. Silver and gold were in their spell room doing some incantations “ they are on the move” Gold stared at silver, as silver continued to talk in his trance “ they don’t want Sophia to meet her mate” “ why” “ they are not saying silver said” “ who is her mate?” gold inquired “ they are not saying, only that the mate is close” Silver starts convulsing and gold held him immediately saying some incantation

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.