Silver Reign La Novels & Stories

The pay was good. In Silverton, 1,700 dollars was a respectable salary.

“This is the agreement you need to sign before becoming the Luna. Sign it. Hurry up! We can arrange the marking ceremony later. Lilith is still waiting for me.” Alexander tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden table. Even at a monumental moment like this, his mind was entirely occupied by Lilith, who was currently suffering through her full moon heat. Only the herbal broth brewed by his own hands could soothe her agonizing pain. I stared down at the ancient, weathered parchment, a sudden chill seeping through my fingertips.

“Well, good thing I’m here. Your birthday is next week, and i'm not letting you spend it stressed and moping. I got you an early present.” She waved her phone excitedly. “Silver Sanctuary — brand new ultra-exclusive spa downtown. The owner is the mysterious CEO type, but the reviews are insane. Also stupidly expensive and super private, but I pulled some strings and booked you the full premium relaxation package for tomorrow evening. Deep tissue, full-body massage session. My treat." Lila blinked, heart skipping. Silver Sanctuary… she’d heard whispers. It was expensive, private, and somehow tied to the entertainment world. “Sophie… that must have cost a fortune. You really didn’t have to—”

Those impossible silver flames licking beneath my skin. I hated that he’d noticed. Worse—I hated that he hadn’t looked away first. A chime sounded. The Alpha Council stepped onto the raised dais. Every conversation died instantly. Elder Myrien approached the podium with a tablet in one hand and a weathered scroll in the other—the scroll drawing whispers from older wolves. No one touched those unless it was serious. “Tonight,” Myrien said, voice amplified through hidden speakers, “we reopen the Prophecy of the Silver Veil.”

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.

The air shimmered with latent magic, words hanging like dew. Ari raised her staff, channeling a stabilizing ring of energy. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady though her heart pounded. “The world is rewriting itself because the pact we made the Silver Pact was never meant to last forever. It was a bridge between silence and renewal. Iluren has crossed that bridge, and now so must we.” A young adept stood. “And what are we crossing into?” Siran answered for her. “A conversation that has no end.”