Silver Ocean Novels & Stories

I read the paragraph: "Forged from the fires of the cave of wolves, the metal used was given to the wolves by the Moon Goddess herself. It may seem it is made from simple earthly metals but the secret is it is made of silver never before found on this planet. Wolves have searched for more only to discover that the medallions are the only things made from the type of silver. This type of silver is not painful or damaging to wolves instead it is the opposite. This silver helps grant powers to the Lunas deemed the true lunas by the Goddess."

He was already beginning to get annoyed. "Get out ... go ... help me ... help ..." Ofelia's voice was heard strangely as the water entered her mouth. Silver focused on her for a few seconds. Seriously? The omega couldn't swim? Sigh. "I know I'm going to regret this," Silver muttered and taking off his black stiletto shoes he threw himself into the pool. He swam towards the woman and got behind her to hold her, but amid the hustle and bustle of the omega one of his nails scratched Silver's face leaving a sharp line on his cheek.

How could she? Ava didn't reply to him and closed her eyes instead. Though the water helped a little but she was still feeling very uncomfortable. She could only hope for the doctor to be here on time. Her brain seemed to be foggy and she couldn't think straight. The water was not helping at all. Her body is on fire. The only thing that the water did was stopping the sweat. But that didn't help the matter. "Mr Silver." She called out softly Damien directed his gaze at her, and he widened his eyes in shock. Ava's shirt could be seen through because of the wetness. They stuck to her body. He didn't want to stare at her body much because of the fear that he would lose his self-control.

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

The rustling sound made her flinch and she abruptly turned her to confirm her doubt. The eerie silence was filled up only with the stream burbles that was coming from the mountain river flowing down. There wasn't any more sound to hamper the silence until a pair of golden orbs flashed in front of her eyes. The same pair of eyes was her tormentor, the reason for her miseries.

Every mile away from Moonveil, the pressure intensified until breathing felt like a defiant act. And then we were there. The lake has never looked like this. Silver Lake lies cradled between blackened pines and jagged stone, its surface unnaturally still beneath the blood moon. The water reflects the sky too perfectly, as though the moon has doubled itself—one above, one below—trapping me between twin omens. The air hums. Not with wind, but with recognition. Every step toward the shoreline sends a tremor through my bones. My skin burns, then chills, then burns again, as if something beneath it is trying to remember how it once existed. The lifebond pulses wildly, no longer a thread but a cha

Two days before the ceremony, Karl returned home. He acted as if Natalie had never appeared, as if our confrontation had been a dream. "Stop looking at your phone and try on the ceremonial pendant," he said, holding out an engraved silver pendant meant to be worn during our mating run. I opened the box, glanced at it briefly, then closed it without removing the necklace. "If it's suitable, take it." Karl frowned at my dismissive attitude. "There's nothing between Natalie and me. Can you stop being so hostile toward a young Omega who's lost everything?"

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.

She brought her right hand upward, her silver tipped claws opening wide, and drove her palm directly into the steel grate of the catwalk beneath her boots. She didn't force her energy into the machine. She forced it into the mountain. The silver quicksilver poured through the iron floor plates, heading straight down into the bubbling black lava pool below the engine. The volcanic vent didn't explode; it froze. A single wave of pure, crystalline silver frost began to spread from the base of the catwalk across the surface of the churning magma, turning the boiling black rock into a solid sheet of sapphire-blue ice in a single, silent second.

Within seconds, the freezing rain completely soaked her dark hair, gluing the wet strands to her pale face. Her body was aching with a brutal, white-hot heat. The royal magic inside her blood was thrashing violently behind her ribs, reacting to the extreme danger of the coming dawn. The dry, bitter taste of copper blood flooded her mouth. She tightly clamped her mouth shut, forcing her teeth together as she forcefully swallowed the hot blood down. She kept her posture perfectly straight, her face a flawless, stoic mask of absolute innocence. Beneath her wet grey sleeve, her golden star birthmark remained hidden in the dark.