Silver Ocean Novels & Stories

"Unstoppable." Everly’s lips parted, her expression torn between relief and unease. "Kaelan… your eyes." I frowned. "What about them?" She swallowed hard. "They’re glowing. Silver." A shiver ran down my spine. Silver. The color of the potion. And the color of the weapon meant to kill us. I turned to the others. "Get prepared. We'll leave in a few minutes." Owen nodded, but Everly stepped in front of me.

At the center lay what looked like a mirror, half-buried and radiant, its surface rippling as though alive. Siran knelt, brushing away the sand. “This is not glass… it’s crystallized bloom-thread.” She placed her palm upon it, and the surface rippled outward like water. A thousand reflections shimmered across its face her own image fracturing into others: younger, older, and… unfamiliar. One reflection stared back with eyes of liquid silver. It smiled, faintly. You came back. Siran staggered backward. “Who said that?” I did. The voice came not from the air, but from within her own thoughts. It was gentle, echoing, uncertain. You are part of what I am. The memory that still moves.

My voice, now his, fills the room—rich, velvety, commanding. “Silver should be dominant.” Silence. Cassidy blinks, then glares. “Aries, if you’re going to hijack Delilah’s body, at least say hello first.” Aries chuckles through my lips. “Hello, little human.” Alma crosses her arms. “Why silver?” My lips curve into a smirk. “Silver is the color of the moon, the bond that ties mates. It represents strength, purity, and divine right. It will remind everyone that Delilah is not just a queen but the vessel of the strongest wolf to walk this earth.”

It was silver. Liquid moonlight. Quicksilver. It shimmered with an impossible, metallic luminescence, casting tiny, dancing reflections onto the snow and the stunned faces surrounding her. It wasn’t just the colour; it seemed to hold a faint, ethereal light of its own, defying the gloom. Silence, absolute and profound, swallowed their taunts.

Revenge for what? I was about to ask, but Leo tapped my shoulder and held his phone up. “The doctor is on the phone for you,” he told me. I glared at Shirley who only chuckled; a growl escaped my throat as I grabbed the phone from Leo. “What is it?” I asked, turning away from them. “The results came back; Silver was given Moonshine. It’s used to block memories and powers,” Dr. Scott explained. “Can it be reversed?” “Your sister seems to think so. She’s currently working on getting Silver’s memories restored as we speak. She’s very confident. She’s making some kind of potion. Apparently, she had most of the ingredients already. I’ll keep you posted on if it works or not.”

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

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.