Silver Rwby Novels & Stories

Ariana asked worriedly. "They're of her wolf's." He glanced at me and a soft chuckle left his lips. "They're silver." He turned to Aiden. "Just like yours." "Yours?" Alpha Draven asked. "His wolf's fur is silver in color and so its eyes." "They really are match made from heaven, aren't they?" Seer Ellison grinned. From the corner of my eyes, Ryan's jaw tightened but only for a split second. My brows furrowed. What's that about?

"No one can tame me yet you..." I yelled, and my Silver Heart was full of strength, love, and pulse. "I am the silver heart!" AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT US!“ When the Eclipse Wraith screamed, arcs of darkness moved violently against my balanced energy. The pieces slowly began to match up with my heartbeat, going along with the Silver Heart, the True End, the Shadowed Moon, and the piece that was inside me. Sparks of red, silver, black, and blood lit up the forest like a storm of stars.

Their howls poured through the silver threads, binding her, anchoring her. She gasped and steadied her hand. “I’m not yours,” she spat into the roar. “None of us are.” The Exile shrieked, shadows coiling to strike. Its claws slashed down, but as they touched the veins, the silver exploded outward, ribbons of light wrapping around its limbs. The dagger pulsed, the heart responded, and Ava felt the world tilt. The silver wasn’t a weapon. It was a river, endless, ancient, unstoppable. She could feel herself becoming its channel, her body nothing but a vessel. Her skin glowed as the light poured through, her heartbeat matching the thunder of the cavern.

We’re going to shift and hunt with her. Silver’s wolf is flawed, just as she is. Her fur is the tone of her natural eye color; sky-blue. She’s huge for a shifter wolf and has silver wings that span out a couple of yards in each direction. A silver crescent moon shines brightly on her forehead between her orbs, which hold all three hues-blue, silver and gold. ‘Even her wolf is an ugly freak of nature! Stand down, damn it! She’s not our mate! You better not do anything to embarrass the shit out of me! I would never accept that abomination as my mate!’

Raymond yelled, panic creeping into his voice as the wind began to come at them. I struggled to rein in the wind, but it was too late. The gusts swept us up and I watched in shock as Raymond and Fiona’s hair... Wig. Raymond had a perfectly even blend of silver and black hair. Fiona had more silver strands to silver. There was only one species who were gifted with Silver hair. “Silver Shade pack,” I muttered under my breath. There was a blend of black. Twilight Ridge. It was not hard to connect the dots. Lily was the silvershade princess who became Marcus’s slave, whom he confessed to be his mate. My eyes darkened with rage.

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

Rhett asked her curiously. “Umm for females Waverly’s wolf is bright white, mine is silver but thats it the rest are shades of brown, gray and red. Susanna’s the only black wolf.” Yvette said. “You said yours is silver.” He said out loud debating, he definitely liked this girl but wasn't getting the feelings he was at the river. “Yes Alpha. Umm Like this.” Yvette smiled undoing her blond hair and a strip of silver fell forward in front of her face, she wrapped her finger around it showing him.

The soft sway of leaves in the breeze. Then there is the tiniest bit of movement. A flash of gold. My heart slams violently against my ribs. At the very edge of the ceremony, just beyond the ring of watching wolves, a rabbit sits perfectly still. Golden. Its fur gleams unnaturally in the moonlight, as if lit from within. Its dark eyes are fixed on me; unblinking, intelligent, aching with something I can’t name. My breath stutters. “Aria?” Riven squeezes my hand gently, concern flickering across his face. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know all the details. Your mother was very secretive, very protective. But I know it was someone powerful. Someone within the werewolf world. Someone who’s still out there.” A knock on the door made us both jump. Mira stuck her head in. “Guards are making rounds. We have to go. Now.” Sarah pulled me into another fierce hug. “Be safe, Aria. Be smart. And when your wolf finally awakens, remember, you’re not worthless. You never were. You’re a Silvermoon. You’re royalty. And one day, you’ll make them all pay for what they’ve done.” She pressed something else into my hand, a small pouch heavy with coins. “It’s not much, but it’ll help you get started wherever you go. Now run. Mira will

A long sword, two daggers, four short knives, two silver knuckle dusters in the shape of a wolf's paw, a sweet matte black shotgun and a small pen. “Sweeeeet,” I drawled and lifted the sword. It fit perfectly in my hand, like it was measured just for it. I swung it and it was everything I wanted. It was already in sync with me. I wasn't 100% perfect with my weaponry yet, but this gift already pushed me to work towards perfection. “I love them. I love them so much,” I cooed. Raven crossed his arms. “But they're silver, babe,” I commented. “Which means only you can wield it. Well, you and I, as I can handle silver to an extent.”