Silver Shadow Book Novels & Stories

I say. “Are you fucking serious?” Phlegyas asks. “Yes, we let this go the way it is supposed to, and then we start working on the pack. We threaten the pack and then kill the ranked members when the time is right. We use the pack against the triplets. We have that warrior and his son that think I am his second chance mate, plus he thinks he was the alpha thanks to me. He thinks that the last Alpha of Silver Moon beat him in a fight years ago and stole the pack. We use him to gather information on the pack since he was the top warrior for years. We have all those kids we kidnapped and have been brainwashed into thinking that Silver Moon annihilated their pack. We let them continue to

“Marriage is a liability I cannot afford. I will seal my position as Capo by slashing the throats of anyone who speaks against me. Not by some fucking marriage. It is never going to happen. Not today ,not tomorrow,not ever, Don Silver. Using his name caught his attention and I wished it hadn’t. His eyes shot up. I saw the split second of anger on his face before the schooled mask of calm slipped back on. “ At the expense of you seat as Capo?”, he asked in a dangerously low voice. A sharp intake of breath escaped from my lips in surprise. “ You will not-“ “You don’t get to tell me what I will and will not do Kian DaSilver.You will listen and listen good.!”

"We'll figure out another way, don't worry. We'll find a way that'll save both of us. I'll make sure that no one will gonna die this time." I don't know but my heart is too heavy to absorb all of his positive bits of advice and I'm just unable to do anything. All I want is to escape the burden I've placed on myself. I hate that my life is going down such an awful path of being plagued by dangerous circumstances and I feel so helpless because there's nothing I can do especially when I recalled the book I read last time. "Alpha?" He glanced at me solemnly, lingering for my next words. "According to the book, a silver werewolf can only achieve a peaceful life is goes far away... either alone or

“Nikolai will be down shortly. There is sweet tea on the table if you would like a refreshment.” “Thank you.” When Aaron stepped out, I took everything in. I couldn’t help it, I stepped up to the bookshelves and ran my hands over the books bindings, loving the feel of the different textures. In his collection he had vintage books, possibly even a few first editions of some classics, along with more modern titles.

Cassian says, gentler now, pushing off the frame. "And it's your wolf they need up there. A silver reads old blood and bad magic the way the rest of us read a fresh trail. Whatever's driving those rogues, you'll scent it before anyone. The Silver is a story in Thornridge, Aria. A title. Nobody up there is going to look at a legend and see a Hollis runt."

“Wow! It is so beautiful! Alexander, I want one too!” I shrugged my shoulders. “OK, then just take it.” Alexander's face instantly turned dark. “Stop fooling around, this is equivalent to our wedding ring! Jessica, how can you just give it away to someone else?” I smiled. “But I do not think Lilith counts as someone else to us.” I snatched the bone ring and slid it directly onto Lilith's hand. Lilith giggled as she flaunted her hand toward Alexander. “Alexander, it fits me perfectly too!”

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

"And... what is that?" "My shadow. But... it's alive." Elara approached warily, studying the shadow. "Silver eyes. That’s a remnant of The Whisperer. But he should be gone." "Maybe he left behind... a seed," Siron said, remembering Elandra’s warning. The shadow suddenly moved again. This time, it pointed toward Elara’s bag lying on the living room floor, where Elandra’s notebook was kept. "It wants the book," Siron hissed.

I say closing the book. He looks at me momentarily before he has a realization that something is wrong. “Basically, what it says is that a silver wolf can help support the healing when someone is infected with silver,” he says. “Is that not a little ironic?” I ask half laughing. What are the odds of that being true?

How strange. “Both,” he says, kissing the side of my head. Lily gives us a funny look, but her excitement over the prophecy pushes any question she has aside. She turns the book toward us. “We call this the Silver and Gold Prophecy.” I lean over and begin reading. ‘With dragon's love And dragon's light The last of their kind Will again unite. With magic so pure And love so sweet Together they'll see When at last, they meet. She who was lost