Silver Sparrow Novels & Stories

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

His heart felt full of her acceptance of him as they devoured the white tailed buck. He hadn’t participated in their pack runs or pack hunts before, and although there were similarities to Dragonmoon, there were also many differences. Newblood revered her in a way that he had never even seen with Serburi, and they were considered royalty. He also had never seen silver wolves, gray, yes, but actually silver? And not just in coloring, but in a shimmering, practically glowing way. Every member of Silverclaw shared this aspect of their wolves. Subtle differences existed in the family, Samantha was larger and her claws were a blue that seemed to shine like stars, while the other’s claws were whit

The spiral was now fully exposed, its grooves glowing faintly not silver like the Pact’s traditions, but a deep violet, pulsing like a quiet breath. Jaryth circled it slowly, sketching the pattern in a clean page of his journal. “It’s growing,” he whispered. “No,” Siran said. “It’s remembering itself.” She stood still at the edge of the spiral, eyes wide but unreadable. Her hands ached, not from overuse, but from something she could only describe as magnetic pain a pull from within, like her veins were tuning to the field’s forgotten resonance. In the distance, a breeze passed over the ridgeline.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

I found a still pond near the center of the clearing, and I stopped at its edge. The wolf looking back at me from the water was not the wolf I had been in Ironveil. In Ironveil my coat had been dark grey. Omega grey. The color was the system used to mark rank from a distance so no one had to get close enough to read a brand. It was the color I had looked at my whole life in still water and puddles and once, memorably, in the glass front of a shop window during a shift that had gone sideways. The wolf in the pond was not dark grey.

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

“Lesson one whelp, never lower your eyes on a hunt. Our prey is intelligent and capable of complex thoughts. This brings me to the next lesson: Never underestimate your prey.” “Have you made that mistake before?” “Aye, many times in my youth. My master was endlessly patient with my stupidity. With every hunt, I smartened up a little and learned more,” He paused and watched the Spade Hooded stopping and raised its hands to the moon again, “Why does it keep doing that?” A shriek split Warren's eardrums and the world went black.

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

I stood in the sunrise feeding the chickens. I have named every single one. Chiky, Elma, Vainy, Leerah, and HENderson. I smiled happily with my pun. There was no sign of the fight that happened last night. Daire got up before me. I haven’t seen him all morning. We were low on meat. I collected the eggs trying to dodge HENderson. He got me good on shin. I ran out, closing the gate behind me. Mean rooster. I sat the eggs on the porch. The morning smelled like the forest around the property. I smiled at the thought of a lifetime here. It was something I had never dreamed of. The carriage came into view strolling lazily up the road. Daire sat in the front. His stern demeanor would have made othe

Malaki has already shifted but I'm waiting because I'd like to see his wolf first while in human form. It doesn't take long before I see Silver's little face peek around the tree. As soon as I do I feel the smile spread across my face. I can see how scared he is so I sit down on the ground so that I'm not as intimidating. I looked at Malaki and he's already laying on the ground. "Come here beautiful, I'm not going to hurt you." I said then watched Silver slowly come out from behind the tree. As soon as I saw his whole body I could see why his name is silver. His gray fur is so light, it looks silver. It's the perfect name for him!