Silver St Cloud Novels & Stories

It left a burned mark on her pretty smooth skin. Hope she can heal quickly. They shouldn’t be able to shift for another day. Our silver is pure. We made sure to have the best quality. The humans that took the silver off disappeared again just as they appeared. This castle has many hiding spots and secret passages. And Troy made sure that his people knew them all like the back of their hands.

She howled his name repeatedly, demanding he claim responsibility for her, threatening to report both him and me to the High Council of Packs otherwise. The videos spread rapidly throughout pack networks, opinions divided, with some beginning to investigate my identity. As I frowned in irritation, Nate appeared and silently took my crystal. "You're due for a holiday. We're going to the Ancient Peaks tomorrow." Before I could respond, he had already made all arrangements. When we reached the summit together and gazed across the vast wilderness, something within me finally settled. There was nothing wrong with love itself—the flaw lay in those who couldn't honor its sanctity.

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

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.

Yet still, I understand them, even more so because I’m trying to adjust to not only a different class and society, it’s also a different race and one could even say a different country. The Silver City was amazing, I won’t deny that. It is a breathtaking masterpiece of modern design. One doesn’t expect a place hidden away from the world to have towering skyscrapers that punctuate the skyline. These sleek, silver-clad giants reach dizzying heights, their reflective surfaces mirroring the surrounding landscape and giving the city an ethereal glow. One of these buildings was the palace. The centerpiece of the city is the magnificent Silver Citadel—a marvel of contemporary engineering. Rising li

​The sky above Haida Gwaii was no longer blue, nor was it the violent violet of the shield. It was Silver. ​Millions of Sterling drones hung in a perfect, terrifying stasis, suspended by residual gravity-anchors. They looked like a ceiling of needles, a metallic fog that blocked out the sun but allowed a strange, diffused grey light to filter down onto the Anchorage. Occasionally, one would twitch—a faint, mechanical spasm as it tried to resolve the "Loss" loop Kael had injected—but for now, the Swarm was a sleeping giant.

I transformed mid-run, allowing Silver to take charge. The sun was up high, the leaves casting delicate patterns on the forest floor. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the woods smelled like fresh pine, giving me a healthy vibe of heaven on Earth. Silver jumped from space to space, enjoying the cool feel of the woods. From the periphery of our eyes, she caught sight of a large idling stone. She ran to the top of the stone and, without warning, released a loud howl that erupted from her throat without reserve.

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

"You think you can threaten me with the very gift I intend to perfect? You are a masterpiece of evolution, Kira, but you are currently an unfinished one. You feel that pull, don't you? The vacuum in the air?" He gestured with the obsidian knife. "The essence of the Silvercrest and Ironclaw lines is being drawn out. It’s hovering in the atmosphere, looking for a vessel. Without a conduit, it will simply dissipate, causing a localized cataclysm that will level this city and half the state. But with an anchor..."

he muttered hesitantly. The room went silent as the Elders exchanged tense glances. Silverstone had been our secondary trade ally for nearly five years. We sold them excess metal scraps, woodcut remains and weapon fragments that remained from Ironclad's supply and in return, they provided tonics, rare minerals and winter pelts. If Ironclad was cut off, Silverstone would feel it next and not gently. “We meet with them at dawn,” I announced and the council shifted uncomfortably. “Prepare your reports and send a meeting invitation to the Silverstone pack,” I said, rising from my seat.