Silver God Novels & Stories

she was the moon goddess. "Lycans to you, it is spoken, your powers have departed from you and you shall be deprived authority over other supernatural beings and your dwelling shall be among them, they shall make you live as they do: and on every full moon night, you shall live as a beast with no bearing of humanity. But a savior will be born 10,000 years to come, she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. only through her can the prophecy be fulfilled."

"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

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

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?

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."

I asked. “They call themselves the Silver Moon Pack.” She says. None of us recognizes this pack. I know most, if not all, the names of the packs that exist, but this one isn’t ringing a bell. I stole all the names from Aphrodite a few years ago. I figured it would come in useful at some point. “I wonder how this pack has gotten under my radar?” I say. “I bet it's the triplets hiding it. That would explain why it isn’t on the list.” Ian comments.

"When it comes to Silver, the boss has a habit of giving him whatever he wants." That sounded oddly familiar. The boss worships his money-making god... Silver. The workers' words replayed in my head.

The lavender light at my throat has expanded into a crown of brilliant amethyst fire that arches over my silver braids. Diana’s smirk vanishes, her face turning an ash-grey as she stumbles back against the obsidian throne. "No... it's impossible. The Silver-Sieve... it cannot be broken." "You used dead science to trap a god, Diana," I say, my voice carrying that rich, melodic resonance that makes every Northern wolf in the room drop their weapons, their knees hitting the stone in an involuntary, instinctual gesture of base submission.