Silver Spoon Manga Novels & Stories

She told him. “I know.” Hierro nodded in agreement. Yuria then left. But, suddenly, she stopped and turned, planning to ask him one more question she just remembered. That is, how exactly the moon goddess would help them in fighting against the witch. She didn’t know that this turn of hers would be the most unforgettable memory of her life, for she saw Hierro, who was now seated on his chair, has eyes that are glowing with silver light and his short hair that was raven-black has now turned silver.

Ria comes whispering in my ears, making me shift away and towards Silver as we get into the noisy canteen. “Every guy is hot in your eyes. I feel sorry for whoever your mate turns out to be” She pouts at me, throwing her face to the other side. “Silver, wait here with Ria while I get our trays” I sprint off, making it in time before the next person carries their tray and I turn to skip back to my friends when I see something that makes my blood boil. The trays slide to my fingertips where I drill my nails in to grip them with an extended hold as I stomp my way towards the little group.

“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.

I raised my eyes and met with a man in a perfectly tailored blue suit. "Mate" "Mate" "Mate" my wolf was continuously chanting and jumping inside. I started taking deep breaths and taking that smell as much as I can. He was probably 6.2 with a strong aura. His brown eyes fixed on me. Perfect jawline, and a sharp nose and I could imagine his perfect body under his clothes. His silky black hair strands fell on his forehead and swayed with his moments. "Luca Silver", Luca introduced forwarding his hand. "Jack Smith", he shook his hand. His voice was deep and sexy.

Silver moaned. Shayne sucked on his cock vigorously, circling her tongue around the head of his shaft. It didn’t take long for Silver to climax. He made grunting sounds , Shayne lapped all of his juices, not allowing anyone to escape her hungry mouth. “I want to taste my juice” Silver said, Shayne got close to her, Silver sucked her lips. “It tastes salty,” Silver smirked. Shayne ordered “My turn to be pleasured now get down to business” Silver sucked on her boobs, returning the same treatment he just received.

It ends fast. Bramrik is a wall of fur and rage, holding the perimeter, snarling at anything that twitches. Soryn is already stalking toward the last conscious man, tail low, eyes bright with something cold. The man raises shaking hands, babbling. “Wait—wait—listen—” Soryn doesn’t wait. He pins him with one massive paw, claws digging in just enough to make the man scream. Then he lowers his head, breath hot over the man’s face, and I can almost hear the question he’s asking without words:

I wasn’t going to wait for him to come back and touch me. I moved. I ignored the bed. Ignored the fruit on the table. I searched the room. I opened drawers. I looked under cloths. I hoped for something sharp. A knife. Scissors. Anything. There was nothing. Then I saw the table. A plate of meat sat there. Beside it was a heavy silver spoon. It wasn’t a knife. But it was metal. I knelt by the fireplace and pressed the spoon against the rough stone. I rubbed it hard. The sound scraped through the quiet room. I worked until my fingers hurt. Until my hands shook. The silver wore away, showing hard metal beneath.

Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them. Silver flames had been kindled. And they would not fade quietly.

Just focus. She moved straight toward me. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t blink. She crouched without a word, fingers curling around my wrist like vines—tight, precise. The blade slid from its sheath in a whisper. I felt the air slice before the pain arrived. Silver bit into my arm. Not deep. Surgical. She didn’t care that blood welled up immediately. She caught it in a narrow vial, the kind used for potion brewing. Her gloves stayed clean. She sealed it with a stopper and slipped it into a pouch.

“This is the agreement you need to sign before becoming the Luna. Sign it. Hurry up! We can arrange the marking ceremony later. Lilith is still waiting for me.” Alexander tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden table. Even at a monumental moment like this, his mind was entirely occupied by Lilith, who was currently suffering through her full moon heat. Only the herbal broth brewed by his own hands could soothe her agonizing pain. I stared down at the ancient, weathered parchment, a sudden chill seeping through my fingertips.