Silver Sisters Novels & Stories

They could feel it too—the deep, invisible presence awakening underfoot. “Hold,” Evie commanded, her voice steady though her heart thundered. She anchored herself, refusing to let fear bleed into her words. Anya, standing close, squeezed her eyes shut and mirrored Evie’s gesture, lowering her palms to the earth. A faint shimmer of silver danced at her wrists, catching the uncertain light. It flickered like the memory of moonlight on water—fragile, but growing.

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

“I brought cookies.” Silver's gaze shifted to the cheap-looking paper bag in her hand, and a slight frown settled on her brows. No one ever gave Silver things that didn’t scream luxury. Gold foil boxes, imported ribbons, embossed seals with intimidating names like La Maison de Sucre. And when they did, especially those desperate socialites who’d do anything for a chance to stand next to Detroit West, let alone mother his child, their voices always came coated in syrupy sweetness and toxic desperation.

"I'm not mentioning her. I'm stating a fact. She's your girlfriend. She was in your bed." "She's not my girlfriend." Silver blinked. "What?" "Stella. She's not my girlfriend. She never was." I took a step closer. "She's a groupie. Obsessed with me since the first day I got to college. I hooked up with her a few times. Regretted it every single time. And now she won't leave me alone." Silver's expression shifted. Something flickered behind her eyes. Confusion. Surprise. Something softer that I couldn't name.

The moon was high, swollen, and pale, throwing silver fire across the Hollow Moon Pack’s gathering grounds. Silver was born under a moon like this—rare, sacred, a child destined for greatness. But greatness had teeth, and silver never grew. She stood at the edge of the circle, the hum of voices thick around her. Wolves filled the clearing, warriors and elders, their laughter and talk heavy with pride after another successful patrol. She smiled when they looked her way, but her stomach curled. They didn’t see her as destined; instead, she was seen as fragile. A wolf without her wolf.

Silver lowered her gaze to the ground while she aimlessly fling her legs back and forth. Ann walked towards her and cupped her cheek before lifting her face up to meet hers. "We are gonna hang out Silver , for tonight, we are gonna have a threesome, how is that???". She asked, trying to cheer her friend up but it was worthless because she still maintained her cold look. "Ugh... disgusting I don't wanna share the same cock with you". Silver grumbled. "Whatever, just find me a perfect dress to wear". Ann rolled her eyes and retreated back to her wardrobe. She grabbed her underwear and put it on before taking off the towel.

Then another female voice invaded my ears and I looked at the person, it was an 18-year-old girl, just like me, black hair, trapped in two braids with silver ribbons adorning, her eyes are of a silver that reminded a lot of the moonlight, her features are more delicate and almost resembled the nymphs of the old tales. "Brook Saunders, I come from the SilverMoon pack, daughter of Alpha Russell and Luna Kristen" The SilverMoon pack was known to be blessed directly by Selene, the Goddess of the Moon, which also granted them a permanent post on the Royal Council. So it was a pack ruled by women. It was very difficult to be born a firstborn man and, even if alphas women were rare, no one dared qu

She had, in her own charming way, called me poor in twelve different languages. "What if Joanne sees us?" The thought leapt out of me before I could stop it, my gaze shooting toward the main door. Gina, however, remained entirely unbothered, her fingers drifting lazily through the hanging garments. "Don't give her a second thought. As far as she knows, I'm still at school — and knowing her, she's busy fussing over her little kitty party group, reciting verses from the Silver Moon." The Silver Moon — the ancient scripture said to hold the sacred chronicles of Selene. It struck me as oddly surprising that Joanne, with her rigid bearing and severe manner, would count herself among the goddess's

"I think we should ask for help from Miss Silver. I hate to admit this, but anyone from her information team is more capable than Aura and I combined. Miss Silver should have no problem helping us out with this since you're her artist, Second Miss. Mr. Meyer as well." Irene was quite taken aback by the sudden suggestion. She looked down for a few seconds, her mind wondering to that another woman who could intimidate her so much more than her evil half-sibling. Agatha Silver, current acting CEO of Ever Victorious Corp., and owner of Starlight Entertainment, a woman of greater appearance and beauty than her, was someone she quite... envied and felt jealous of, for being as close to him... In t

I say, a sense of determination resonating in my voice. As Richard broaches the subject, I shoot him a subtle glance, silently urging him to take the lead. Silver, ever perceptive, catches onto our unspoken exchange. “What's going on? Why the secrecy?” she questions, curiosity evident in her tone. Richard hesitates briefly before diving in. “Silver, I know this might not be the best time, but do you recall what triggered your outburst towards Allegra?” Silver furrows her brow, a thoughtful expression crossing her face as she tries to recollect the events.