Novel & Cerita Silver Sisters

No way she would let some wailing brides come and take them away from her. “I will do the tracking spell. If the wailing brides left it, we might get lucky to track them.” Silver grabbed the doll and got up from the stool where she had been sitting this whole time. “I will take the kids for a walk. Ask Layla to grab the strollers.” it was Aramis’ subtle way to invite Layla after ignoring and dismissing her for months. The fainted smile on Silver’s face said it all. She cared for Aramis. And was satisfied that he listened to her.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

"Last winter solstice, I saw your Alpha bringing you here for fertility treatments." "I watched him accompany you for prenatal checks last month and thought the Moon Goddess had finally blessed you. Why would you terminate the pregnancy now?" I stared at her in disbelief, too shocked to speak. The younger nurse behind her made a subtle gesture and smiled awkwardly. "She's confused you with someone else. The medication can sometimes affect memory." She pulled the older nurse from the room, but I could still hear their hushed argument: "What are you doing? I remember correctly—it was that Alpha with the scar on his—"

“My wife bore six, all healthy. Elara’s built just the same. Strong. Fertile.” The word made her skin crawl—but even that reaction was faint now. Old. Distant. Fertility was not a private thing in her world. It was currency. “She’s got the look,” one of them said. “That softness around the eyes. That quietness. Not the kind you can fake. Girls who really fear stepping out of line? You can tell.” Another man leaned forward, scrutinizing her like a merchant checking for cracks in porcelain. “Does she talk back?”

I shook my head, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “We will be praying to the Moon Goddess,” I began, slowing shifting my eyes around the circle. “But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.”

I whispered, shutting my eyes briefly to swallow down the emotions before they spilled out. “As you wish.” She stated, having the other maids dismissed, but just as she was about to leave, I stopped her with a question, "What's the signal?” “What?” She asked, turning to me with a puzzled expression. I turned to her briefly, “To know when it's time to leave.” “Ah, yes.” She smiled at once and knocked on the wall thrice. “That's the signal. Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs Silver?”

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

And even as she turned to continue her run, Eira knew the thread between them had only grown stronger tonight. Silver fire had been stirred. And it would not be easily contained.

Only a cult of vestal virgins could call on the powers of this divine relic for aid. “Bring forth the children of innocence!” After the big cross was placed upright in front of the witches’ barrier by the strong men, a path was cleared in the army for the arrival of a handful of young ladies who were being transported in palanquins. The men standing close by bowed their heads slightly while assisting the noble women out of the palanquins. They were clothed in pure white which signified purity. These special ladies had taken a strict vow of silence to never speak a vain word unless it was for a noble cause, and what better cause was there than the situation they were facing right now.

Instead, their metal doors were stamped with a bright, shining symbol made of solid silver: a howling wolf head surrounded by three sharp silver swords. It was the Silver Crest. This was the official, terrifying emblem of the global Lycan Council. The vehicles stopped in a perfect line in front of the main building. The doors opened, and six elite Council executioners stepped out into the freezing wind. They wore heavy black leather coats with silver buttons, and their faces were completely covered by dark iron masks. They moved with a synchronized, chilling speed, their boots making heavy, rhythmic thuds against the white snow. Behind them walked a tall, older wolf with long white hair and