Silver St Cloud Novels & Stories

The car was already waiting in the driveway. Sleek, dark, and quiet—its engine a low purr, like a predator at rest. Elara had never ridden in anything like it. Her father called it a courtesy—“the least the Valtoris could do.” She suspected it was more of a message: We’re watching now. She belongs to us.

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

I stammered. "Well, today is the day of the full moon. Given the condition of your cub, and you contact me in such urgency. I guess it's not too hard to guess." My jaw dropped. Though I hadn't met him yet, I had a feeling that he was just the right person I needed now. So, I cut to the chase. "Do you have Moonlit Silverweed?" "I do." "I need 10 grams. ASAP." "That will be 10 Moonstones." "Deal."

The blackout was not an absence of light: it was a presence of absolute, devouring gravity. Inside the central altar of the Silver Moon palace, the air had reached a state of "Super-Saturation." Every molecule of oxygen was so laden with antagonistic static from the government’s towers that breathing felt like inhaling pulverized glass. I stood between the statues of the Stone Sister and the Mountain Man, my hands trembling as I reached for the central nervous system of the mountain.

I can’t explain it, but it’s the same weight that always shows up before something bad happens. Celeste freezes at the door, frowning. “Wait.” She crouches down, brushing her fingers over the floor. A faint shimmer catches the light—dust, pale and metallic. “What is it?” Nate asks, leaning past me to get a better look. “You are acting very… sus.” Celeste straightens, rubbing it between her fingers, her expression darkening. “Silver refined dust. Oh… We have a serious problem” I swallow hard. “Don’t we already?”

"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something." "We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?" “Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.” “What’s that?” Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes.

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

At least I had changed the first part of our fate. Silver Springs was famous for its natural geothermal steam rooms. Clara dragged Liam off to the buffet. Those two were always in sync when it came to food. It was good to see. Seeing her so innocent and carefree, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. In this life, I just want my sister to be happy. I found an empty sauna. The steam rose, blurring the world around me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of peace.

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

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?