Silver Shadows Novels & Stories

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

And then the light. Silver. Clean and cold and enormous, shooting straight up through where the cathedral roof had been, through the remains of it, into the night sky above the northern sector. Not a fireball. Not smoke. Just raw Silver frequency released from twenty years of compression, going up and up and dispersing at the cloud line in a slow, wide bloom that lit the forest and everyone in it from above. The stained glass that the centuries hadn't already broken finished breaking now. Elena heard it, a cascade of small, clear sounds underneath the larger ones, almost pretty.

"Dream on!" Shawn appeared out of nowhere, snarling, "Who do you think you are? You're not even worthy to be compared to Rosie? Know your place!" "Shawn, don't be like this. Stella is your real sister," Rosie whimpered, tugging at his sleeve. "Maybe I should be the one to leave." She turned to go, but Shawn yanked her back. However, I caught the triumphant gleam in her lowered gaze. She was clearly enjoying this.

It was silver. Liquid moonlight. Quicksilver. It shimmered with an impossible, metallic luminescence, casting tiny, dancing reflections onto the snow and the stunned faces surrounding her. It wasn’t just the colour; it seemed to hold a faint, ethereal light of its own, defying the gloom. Silence, absolute and profound, swallowed their taunts.

Silver turned her purple eyes towards us and they glistened as they met Mac’s. “It’s done…” I said softly. “It’s done…” Mac took a step towards her. The world stopped. Time stopped. Everything stopped. I didn’t care what was happening between Tessa and Graham behind us. I didn’t care what was happening around me. All I could see was her—my mate. But suddenly something happened. I felt something snap inside of me. And before either Mac or I could comprehend, Silver collapsed on the floor with a thud, shifting back into her human form in a snap.

“Just a little something to remind you that you need to come fast enough for your wife if she means that much to you.” “You're a real psychopath.” Kian spat with hatred and malice in his eyes. One that seemed like they indeed knew each other just took well. “I wonder what we Silvers saw in you. We must have been blind. I must have been blind.” Wait, even the Silvers know this guy? Was he a member of something? A traitor? So many questions, yet all of them bottled up at the back of my throat. “M…my b..bro...ther…”

Held on tight. "Silver?" Her name came out wrong. Distorted. Like I was speaking through water. "Henry, what's happening?" "I don't know. I don't—" The crack widened. The restaurant dissolved. Silver's hand slipped through my fingers. I tried to hold on. Tried to grip tighter. But she was fading. Fading. Fading. "Silver!" Her name ripped from my throat. A scream. A plea. A prayer. And then I opened my eyes to a bright light intercepting them.

“And the silhouette?” Silver’s fingers tightened against her sleeves. “I started seeing her after the voices became consistent,” she said. “Out of the corner of my eye. Never directly. Just a shape where there shouldn’t be one. Standing where shadows didn’t fall right.” Arthur’s voice was low. “In your dreams?” “And awake,” Silver said. “Mostly awake.” That earned a flicker of something dark across his expression. “She never crossed into my space,” Silver added quickly. “Never touched me. It was like she was observing from a distance. Waiting for me to notice her properly.”

“It’s not getting near you.” The shadow lunged. Kael struck instantly, his claws slicing through the dark mass— —but the attack passed straight through it. The shadow twisted violently but didn’t vanish. Kyrian’s voice cut through the tension. “It’s not physical.” Kairo nodded sharply. “A magical manifestation.” The shadow surged again, reaching for Silver. Cold rushed around her feet like frost. And the whisper returned. Closer now. Inside her mind. Silver Hale… Daughter of the Silver Moon… Fear flooded her chest.

the Goddess’s weapon, just as he had been unwoven in the Void. Aethelred looked at his hands, which were beginning to turn into dust. "Impossible. The silver is absolute." "The silver is a cage," Silas said, reaching out to grab Aethelred’s throat. "And I have already learned how to break the bars." With a final, earth-shaking roar, Silas unleashed the full power of the Shadow-Gold. A pillar of violet and gold energy erupted from his chest, consuming Aethelred and the silver spear in a blinding, celestial eclipse.