Silver Kiss Blaze Novels & Stories

With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound. The clash of steel against fangs and claws echoed through the graveyard. Zilver and Eskaal moved with uncanny precision and strength, their silver swords glinting in the moonlight. The vampiric army was so confident, now reeled from the painful burns inflicted by the enchanted silver.

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.

“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 have been laughing. “Do you know what it means?” Corvus asked. “You said something during the ceremony about bloodlines. About things that should have stayed hidden.”

The blue in her eyes was now silver. “Argh!” Kiara roared as she fired the balls at Adolph. “Noooo! ARGH!!!” Adolph yelled out as the silver flames engulfed him. Ordinary flames couldn't do it, but silver flames? They were enough to finish off a wolf. Adolph tried to fight back and reach for his sword and that was Kiara's cue to intensify the flames. As she intensified her flames, Denzel saw the lights flickering out in her eyes.

I walked down the stairs, my arms swollen from the burn, but the pain made everything clearer. Colin finally noticed my mood, tossing out a half-hearted line. "Thanks, Selena. The cat ran into the fire, and we had no choice but to call you." His friends erupted in jeers. "Man, you're so polite. She might ask you to marry her." "You're done for, Colin. She's gonna cling to you." Joyce stepped in front of Colin, protective. "Guilt-tripping is not cool. Queenie's my cat. If you've got a problem, take it up with me."

“Yeah, you’re blonde and busty but too short and a bit plump for something as fine as a Kincade man.” Maggie felt anger boiling up and she knew her ‘Daisy inherited temper’ could land her in another stint of trouble if she didn’t curb it. She glared at the pair. “It’s not plump, it’s plush!” She shook her head and mumbled, “If only you girls knew.” “What?” Trixie spoke up. “What do you mean, if we only knew what?”

Three years after losing my wolf, I learned that my mate, Alpha Kael, had been poisoning me with Silver Dust to suppress my awakening. All because the one he truly loved was my adopted sister, Selene. I was standing outside his office, clutching a file, my knuckles hovering just inches from the door when I heard his voice. "Have Clara’s blood reports come in yet?" "They have, Alpha. The level of Silver Dust in her system is dangerously high." Silver Dust?

My whole body was corrupted by silver poisoning. It took three days in the hospital wing to bring me back from the brink of death. My mate, Kane, looked at me wrapped in layers of herb-soaked healing bandages. A flash of fear crossed his eyes. He turned to Isla and spoke slowly. "What exactly happened between you and Aurora on the balcony that day? She used to cherish her power so much. Why would she jump into molten silver over a simple threat?" Isla averted her gaze and looked pathetic.

⛏️ 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.

Something ancient and deeply buried inside her soul violently stirred. The silver mark on her wrist—the delicate wildflower bracelet Killian had given her during the courtyard courtship—began to glow with a blinding, celestial intensity. The Moon Goddess' primordial blessing finally answered her call, but not with the gentle, soothing warmth of healing magic. It answered with overwhelming, destructive power.