Silver Reign La Novels & Stories

Burke turned around and walked away before she figured out why he had that look of disgust on his face. Throughout the ride to the office, that look stayed on her mind. When the car finally rolled in front of Carrington’s dynasty head office, Silver pulled her game face on. Her driver opened the door, and she stepped out. She heard Aaron coming down from the other side of the door, but Silver didn't wait for him before approaching the already-opened glass doors. She nodded at the security personnel, pausing briefly as she entered the building. It was a ten-floor luxurious center. Staff gathered all around to sneak a look at her. Silver straightened her shoulder, a small smile on her lips as

Author’s POV: “Layla!” Silver walked around in search of her. She didn’t know where to find her because she had left the mansion with the babies a few minutes ago with Zion while Silver had to stay behind to look at the matters one last time. She found them in the Royal Garden, happily playing with the kids. Seeing Silver approach her, Layla knew something was up. “What is going on?” Zion asked Silver, who was reaching them in a hurry. The kids were too busy to notice them. They were helping each other with the swings.

Silver The tension in the room was suffocating. I didn’t even know when Henry stepped between me and his father, his body serving as a wall. I could see the muscles in his neck straining, could see the way his hands were clenched into fists. He was holding himself back. Barely. "Father," Henry said, his voice sharp and cold. "This is Silver. She's the girl who was in the crash with me." Mr. Williams barely acknowledged me. His eyes flickered in my direction for the briefest moment, cold and dismissive, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. A mosquito buzzing around his head. Then he turned back to Henry.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

Shayne pushed her to the bed, licking her lips as she planted soft kisses on his neck, she bit him in between his neck and shoulders. She marked him, Silver was truly her mate. I wondered why The Moon goddess would choose Silver as her mate. Maybe Shayne asked for it and it was given to her. Silver moaned, watching Shayne coat his nipples with her saliva, whirling her tongue around it. She sucked on his nipples, biting them a bit and this made her scream in pleasure. Shayne crawled down to her virgin cock. Silver gaped as Shayne’s tongue touched his cock. “Please go in deeper, please deeper” Silver moaned.

She needed a library. "The hunt begins," she said, clutching the silver swan in her palm. The Queen’s Research Notes : • The Metal: High-purity silver with a trace amount of palladium. Rare. Only three mines in the southern ridge produce this specific alloy. • The Technique: Micro-mechanical engineering. This isn't the work of a hobbyist. It requires a specialized forge—one with a high-precision bellows and a jeweler's lathe. • The Clue: The coordinates on the vellum. They don't point to a location; they point to a volume in the Royal Archive.

“I brought cookies.” Silver's gaze shifted to the cheap-looking paper bag in her hand, and a slight frown settled on her brows. No one ever gave Silver things that didn’t scream luxury. Gold foil boxes, imported ribbons, embossed seals with intimidating names like La Maison de Sucre. And when they did, especially those desperate socialites who’d do anything for a chance to stand next to Detroit West, let alone mother his child, their voices always came coated in syrupy sweetness and toxic desperation.

“If you end up not teaching me how you made these—” “Calm down tigress,” he shoves his floppy onyx hair off his forehead with a chuckle. “You know I don't go back on my word.” “You better not. You are too handsome for me to chop and mash you into dog food for Silver.” Silver is Rhia's German Shepherd. Huge with fluffy silver fur with sparses of faint black strands. That pet of hers can smell a fading scent as far as six hundred paces away from a single spot.

"Starved Iron eats heat. The Obsidian metal eats kinetic force. Neither of them can catch light." "I know," I said softly. I walked to the arched window, looking out over the sprawling, sunlit capital, and then further east, toward the jagged peaks of the wolf continent. "We don't need iron," I said. "We need silver. Raw, unadulterated, tectonic silver." I looked back at the Sovereign. "Elias. The crown on your head, the ancestral silver of your bloodline... where was it mined?" Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow.

Even though our bodies never came into contact , I couldn’t help but feel the heat he radiated slip beneath my skin. After what felt like an eternity,everyone was done with dinner. From Kian’s restlessness I could tell he also wanted this to be over and done with already. If that was the case, then why allow it anyway? “Don Silver and I have agreed that the engagement ceremony should take place in the next two months.”, Father casually stated as Varya took up the last dish from the table. I could help the little gasp that escaped from my moth. “Two months?”