Silver Shadows Novels & Stories

Absolute Darkness – Elusive Killing Silver’s mother watched with furrowed brows as the dark light covered Mane’s entire frame. Her eyes shook in anxious fear as she recognised the element that was being called upon. Silver who was next to her was confused, not understanding his mother’s sudden change in countenance. But even he could understand one thing: whatever that light was, even his mother was afraid of it!

“Of course, you guys keep watch, when we get back, I swear I’ll take a day off to go to the falls together.” “We got it Alpha...” They said and afterward, they whisper in a low tone, “Be careful dad.” I give a nod of assent, jump and transform, starting to run to get to Sky as soon as possible. “My wife is overly wooed.” Nicolette POV Silver and I haven’t moved an inch, but as soon as the wind around us stops, we start charging. Silver also created two long swords with black blades and a skull for the hilt. When the swords come into contact, an annoying sound is created and a shockwave makes the trees bend in the opposite direction to ours.

The horizon bled silver and shadow. From the edge of Hollowreach’s towers, Ari watched as entire landscapes shifted like waves under an invisible tide. Valleys turned into seas of glass. Mountains unfurled into spirals of light. Every pulse of Iluren’s thought carried meaning that reshaped the world’s design and every whisper of fear echoed as form. The Silver Pact had once been an oath to protect balance. Now, it had become a war to define it.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

Even if she has fallen from her throne, she should still be able to rise again right? The fleet of shops beside the swimsuit shop sold sea equipment too, snorkeling equipment, kayaks, lifejackets, oxygen masks, etc., and all their windows were specially used for the display of goods. So Carla’s effort to see her figure through the glass plane was one in futility.

I looked down. White. Not almost white. Not grey—the light was flattering. White, with silver at the tips of each strand of fur where the moonlight caught it, a coat that looked like it had been made to be seen exactly like this, at night, at the edge of still water. Large. My shoulders were level with the top of the reeds at the bank. My eyes in the reflection were storm-grey, the same eyes I had always had, but lit from somewhere inside in a way I did not have words for.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.