Silver Hand Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them. Silver flames had been kindled. And they would not fade quietly.

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.”

“Love what-” “Alpha that is dangerous!!!” Alan came to the doorway. “SAMANTHA SERENE SILVER!!!” I looked back to the mirror and her eyes were completely silver, mine were glowing gold as well... “ALPHA STOP!!!” “REMEMBER!!!!” I gasped as the giant chain clattered once before it shattered, dissolving into nothing. Somewhere I felt myself falling before the endless blackness took us both.

, 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.

I hurled a warm smile at the couple, which elicited the same gesture from them. "Anytime," Kiro answered. "By the way, you need this." Hailey showed the diamond silver stone on her palm. Its smoothness made it stand out, glistening like a star in the night sky. "Take this in your way." "What's that?" Filomena queried before she quickly took it and carefully looked at the stone. "That's the key to a silver tunnel. But..." "But what?" "Once you leave here, many enemies will sense the stone, and they know perfectly what that is."

They both looked down at me. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. I continue looking at the sky. “Just one punch and I am losing my footing; I thought I was getting good at it,” I said, holding my tears. “Trust me, you are; you land a punch on my face, and you are also very swift. Silver is a jerk for telling you my weakness, but in as much as my left hand is my weakness, it is also my weapon; if you hit it, my right will come at you, and that punch won’t be pretty. Bet he didn’t tell you that,” she said, looking at Silver. I sighed.

“What other identity do you have? You are a human, you are the medallion keeper and now, you are a witch!” Silver sighed. “I'm a thousand years old. I know a little bit of everything except scent masking because I don't want to be associated with Leo.” Silver still did not forget to give Leo a shade. “Wait! If you were a witch, that meant you could have broken this technique without even making us doubt each other? What was your plan?” Sarah said, her eyes narrowed down suspiciously. Her questions were well founded, I was just about to ask the same thing.

I run my finger over it and she shudders and whimpers. My thumb starts burning almost immediately, and my wolf reacts right away. I retract my hand quickly and stand up. “Silver,” I say in disbelief. Tears spill from the corners of her eyes. I have to wash my hands to get it off me, but I can’t leave her side, not for a second. How’d she get silver in her? Who did this? “It was…him,” she struggles to say. Her voice is so low that I’m not sure if I heard those words well at first. “He was…there.”

she answered, she paused, letting her thoughts run as a sinking thought immediately assaulted her mind, “Gold, clean him up.” she ordered, “Silver, fan out, and search for their camp. He was far too composed to be a lost wolf, something tells me there are more of them out there.” Gold frowned, obviously not satisfied with the job she was given, she moved to speak but a glare from the shadow shut her up. Silver smiled, then, in the blink of an eye, she vanished. The shadow stood in the shade of a tree, as she waited for Silver to be back with news.