Silver Sparrow Novels & Stories

“I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother being human. Silver dragons are also only able to give birth in human form and they have live births rather than laying eggs like the rest of the dragons. During this time, a female dragon is most vulnerable because she cannot transform for six

Her silvery voice feels like it softly caresses them, and the sound is as beautiful as the woman herself. The bird takes off from the low hanging branch and flies straight into the hollow sphere around her. As the bird passes the surface, it wobbles slightly as a shimmer of all the colors of the rainbow spreads across the thin film. Rana extends her hand so the bird can land on one finger and she pats it gently on the head. "My bird's name is Siberia, because she's a Siberian Jay, she giggles amused by her own creativity. Siberia has been my companion for millennia." The Mistress of the forest looks up at Indra and studies her with interest. "Why have you taken possession of my Siberia?"

She stands in the opening, her hair tumbling out of a messy bun and her cheeks flushed. “Get inside!” I hiss. She crowds in with Kieran and I. “Sort of cramped, isn’t it?” “We were already talking.” I shake my head, my heart hammering. “It doesn’t matter. You found it? The feather?” She nods so enthusiastically a few more hairs come loose. “It comes from a collared tern.” “O…kay?” I exchange a confused look with Kieran. Raven huffs a sigh. “Terns are mountain birds, almost never seen outside of Snowcrest Canyon or what used to be Starfall Mountain.”

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.

They changed them. They slipped through politics the way they slipped through forests: quiet, uncatchable, unsettling. And silver foxes—the kind my mother had been—were rarer still. A bloodline that didn’t just survive. A bloodline that adapted. People said silver foxes could vanish from any cage. Which meant the kind of men who built cages wanted them most. My brothers learned quickly: if anyone realized I was the same species as my mother, I would be hunted. Not because I’d done anything wrong. Not because I’d deserved it.

Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters. “Enough.” The elves shifted as a woman stepped forward. She was tall, her silver hair bound in intricate braids, her robes shimmering like woven starlight. Her presence was commanding, yet not cold. Her gaze fell on Kaelen, and something in her expression—sorrow, perhaps, or regret—made him shiver. “Lower your bows,” she ordered. The hunters obeyed, though reluctantly. The golden-haired elf frowned. “Lady Serenya—” She silenced him with a raised hand. “I will hear them first. If the boy is truly what I fear, we cannot let blind hatred decide his fate.”

“Thank you.” My mouth hung open when I heard that, the emotions clearly written on my face. Even Silver looked mildly surprised, a light acknowledgment visible in his eyes. Silver then snorted softly, his bubbly aura slowly returning back, the atmosphere that was previously gloomy cleared up. “I am going to catch her now,” Silver vanished. His speed shocked me because I could not believe that anything could move that fast. “He's a thousand years old, he can do things that seem crazy to us.” Cayden explained.

I said standing up. "Oh my god! Liam look there!" She said hushed pointing behind me. We saw a dozens of Scarlet macaws flying between the trees. The bird's feather is mostly scarlet , but the rump and tail-covert are light blue, the greater upper wing are yellow, the upper sides of the flight feathers of the wings are dark blue as are the ends of the tail feathers, and the undersides of the wing and tail are dark red with metallic gold iridescence. Some other has green in the wings. It gave a high squeak fluttering it's feathers and flying freely. It looked beautiful.

Damien answered with a smile. "That's sweet." Damien let out a short laugh, "Don't get fooled by Silver. He might behave in a goofy way but that's because he wants the person to let their guard down in front of him. Silver is the one who does not forgive easily." With a frown, I looked at the fountain outside. The rays of the sun were dancing in the water and the loud chirping of the birds was bringing music to the garden as they danced here and there. The scene was bringing joy to my heart. It was great not to be surrounded by the same walls.

Before I could answer, a soft, musical rustle echoed from the top of the ruined marble archway above us. A bird no larger than a hawk, but forged entirely from shimmering, iridescent silver light landed gracefully on the carved stone capstone. Its feathers glowed with a subtle, unnatural violet hue that made the hairs on my arms stand up. The silver hawk tilted its head, its golden eyes locking directly onto Gideon. "Still throwing yourself off mountains for a northern wolf, Gideon?" a woman's voice echoed from the bird's beak—silky, melodious, and laced with an ancient, aristocratic charm that chilled the warm air of the plateau instantly.