Silver Reign La Novels & Stories

Silver nodded, his mind still in a daze after he witnessed such beauty and magnificence before him. He quickly snapped out of his trace and stepped to the side offering Lilianith a path. “Right this way madame.” He said. Lilianith nodded and bowed her head slightly at his formality while showing a bit of gratitude for his hospitality, she walked inside and sat on the couch crossing one leg over the other while patiently waiting for Silver to do what she had asked.

Silver City, from the city gate to the city walls, all of the buildings in the city were pure silver. This place was in line with the atmosphere and scale that a big city should have. Caspian didn't look at it carefully. He had a clear goal this time, so after entering the city, he went straight to his destination. In the southeast of Silver City, in the most prosperous area of this big city, Caspian stopped in front of a store called Lianyue Cloth Shop.

I said, "Lord Lhan, you have the wealthiest kingdom out of all of them combined, we will need your gold to fund the armor and weapons for the warriors." Lhan scoffed, "What's in it for me? Our family has earned that wealth for generations by trade and accounts, if I fund this war of yours; I will need some assurance that I won't be betting to the losing team." "Very well. What do you want?" "Regain the Silvercrest; it once belonged to our family, but it was taken over by the Legion under Cadmus' commands. The Silvercrest is a mining haven, home to many rare minerals. Regain it and name me Lord of the Silvercrest, and I will gladly join your allegiance." Lhan said cunningly.

Finally someone I can control. © copyright Salem Silver G

“Dinner is served at sundown. You do not speak unless addressed. You do not eat until the men have finished. You will take your food with the other women in the south wing. You will wait until summoned.” “Yes,” Elara whispered. The maid’s gaze lingered on her face. Something unreadable passed between them—judgment, maybe. Or expectation. Then she left. The door shut with a soft but final click. Elara stood in the center of the room, still wearing her coat. She took one deep breath. Then another. The air smelled of dust and old wood and something faintly metallic. She moved to the window and hesitated. Then pulled back the curtain slightly. There was a garden below. Dead vines, tangled hedges

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."

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?

"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

“I use spatial magic didn’t you notice the door? It means I can use all five attributes. Ah! I almost forgot you may receive your membership ID by tomorrow morning.” Their conversation ended after they exchanged short pleasantries. Silver then found a place to stay with the rent of 3 gold beads per month near headquarter. It was a complete rip-off deal. But he argued little and went straight to bed as he was exhausted after all his continuous journey.