Silver Ocean Novels & Stories

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

"Something's wrong." We race to the walls where chaos greets us. Three of our patrol wolves are down, not dead but unconscious. Standing over them is a figure in a red hood. "Delivery for the Silver Moon Wolf," the figure says, their voice distorted. They throw something at my feet - a crystal vial filled with swirling silver liquid. "What is it?" I ask. "A gift from the Collector. And a message: Drink this, and you'll understand everything. Your true power, your destiny, how to control it. Don't drink it, and next time, these wolves won't wake up."

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

Silver River? And then I realised why that sounded so familiar earlier. ‘Argyros’, as in the Argyros River from the origin lore Selene showed me, translated to ‘Silver’ in the modern tongue of today. The river that used to connect the Silver Lake and the Winter Mist was the very one that had birthed our kind. We were once ground zero. So what made the sword so special that Thea wanted it? Well, unfortunately, I could already begin to answer that without thinking too hard. And I didn’t like what it meant for me.

Behind him, torchlight trembled across jagged rock and the uneasy faces of miners who had dug too deep and awakened something they did not understand . Zara stepped to his side, the scent of earth and faint ozone trailing her like a promise. “It’s not just silver,” she said quietly, eyes narrowing as the flicker of moonlight caught the faint glow seeping from the cavern floor. “It’s moon-silver. Raw. Untouched.”

Silver immediately placed a thick wall of water far in front of him. Even then, silver knew that it wasn’t enough to stop the attack. So he used a single drop of his grace for his escape plan. A powerful force of energy clashed against the wall of water, sending pulses of shock waves across the land. The wind howled all around him. A beam of purple energy the size of a house swallowed his water wall in seconds. It was coming straight at Silver, creating a trail of molten earth beneath it. Silver released the pressure on the small ball of compressed water that was forming to his right. The resulting explosion sent him frying to his left, just outside the reach of the beam.

The weight of the ocean should have crushed us instantly. The sheer physics of the Atlantic at that depth was a death sentence for any biological creature. But as the wall of water hit the surface of the silver wells, something impossible happened. The liquid silver didn't mix with the salt water; instead, it exploded outward in a violent, protective sphere of white and violet energy.

Crystal Monkey ahead, humans and mounts behind. “Is this the way, Silver?” Mane asked as the three moved. He was seated on his mount, Roxanne, and Lily was perched on her horse, Skimpy. Before the two was the large Crystal Monkey Lily had named Silver. *Wu wu wu* Silver nodded his head several times and pointed to the path before them. Well, it wasn’t so much a path as it was a cave. For that was exactly where Silver was leading them. Before them was the entrance of a cave that for some reason seemed to give off a faint glow. In a place like Dark Valley where there was no light at all, a glow like that was especially catchy.

“Relax. You’ll figure it out. Instinct, boy. That’s all it takes. Just grab her and—” “Don’t.” The word slipped out before Xavier could catch it. Quiet. Measured. But final. Dorian blinked. Then, surprisingly, smiled. “Ah. So you do have a bite in there somewhere.” He turned and walked off, whistling. “Just make sure it’s her throat you sink it into, not mine.” Xavier stood alone again. The wind had picked up. The trees below swayed like they were bowing to something larger than themselves. He hated this.

We all looked at each other wondering what had happened. I was the first to move, taking long strides up the stairs to her room. I opened the door to Aimee’s room slowly. There stood in magnificent blue light, the mother of all our kind, Selene the moon goddess. she was one of the most beautiful beings I had ever seen, second to my Aimee. Her hair was white as snow and she wore the most elegant dress, it swirled around her like it was alive. My eyes flew to Aimee, who was floating in a mass of swirling blue light. Selene raised a finger to her lips,