Silver Ocean Novels & Stories

I took several deep breaths, preparing myself. The water would intensify the silver’s effect. The pain would be excruciating. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting back to her in time. I let go of the rope, plunging feet-first into the icy water. The cold shocked my system, stealing my breath. Worse was the immediate burning sensation as silver-infused water came in contact with every inch of exposed skin. My vision blurred from pain as I dove deeper, searching the walls for the telltale purple leaves Dr. Mercer had described. The murky water made it difficult to see, forcing me to run my hands along the rough stone edges, each touch leaving fresh burns.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

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?

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

She must be involved,’ I asked. ‘No, it’s not her. But I can’t smell anything, so I’m not sure,’ she replied. ‘Why can’t we break free from these chains? We just got our powers back!’ I shouted in frustration. ‘Because those powers are just 1% of our real ones. Astrid, I can’t speak anymore. The Silver is choking me, draining all my energy,’ she gasped in pain. I understood her plight well. Silver was always too fatal for our wolves, making them weaker and lifeless. It hindered their ability to surface and communicate effectively.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

This time from Violet, she placed a hand on Samantha’s arm as she lowered her hand. “I am Samantha Silver. The AL-PHA of the SilverFang pack. I’ll thank you to not call me Luna, or ‘Hot Little Lady’ I demand the same respect from you that I have offered you. You may call me Alpha Sam or Alpha Samantha, whichever you prefer.” Her eyes flashed again, as more silver flecks appeared in her eyes. Another stronger wave of warning flooded the room and a few betas shifted nervously in their places.

The cold rays of the moon peeked through the spine leaves of BlackIris forest. BlackIris, an impenetrable forest known for its darkness along with the buried secrets imbibed in it. A quiet and soothing river named Fairy Tears that stream in the heart of the forest functions as a wood barrier between two natural elevations Ardna Chirig and Ayruzglow.

"Stella, the homeroom teacher wants to see you in the office." When I arrived at the office, instead of the teacher, I found the three Cantrell siblings waiting. Seth maintained his cold demeanor while Shawn looked at me contemptuously, but Rosie's eyes were red and swollen. Rosie ran to me, crying, "Stella, please let Owen go! His life will be ruined if he goes to jail! I'll do anything! I'll even get on my knees!" Before I could react, she dropped to her knees. I was caught off guard by her action and froze for a moment.