Silver Taurus Novels & Stories

Ever since i’ve known Tieran his hair has always been the same silver of his eyes. He even got the particular shade named after him. Tieran Silver. Tieran’s hair is a dark black. A sleek hairstyle pulls it back and frames his face in a very severe light. His eyes though…. his eyes are still the same silver they’ve always been and right now, they’re filled with so much pride when he looks at me. Something warm turns in my belly again but it ignore the feeling, and focus on the man in front of me instead.

Tanner cocked his head. “Looking for Kurt. I got a lead on your scepter’s location.” Silvercloud grinned that mischievous grin in those golden eyes of his. “Wait? How?” I asked cause even for a crazy genius like him, that seemed like a stretch. “Don’t tell me it was lojacked it?” Collin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I wish it was that easy. I should have put a lojack on it. Good idea. I’m lojacking the shit out of everything else in the vault. Not that anyone else will be looking to steal from it now.” Silvercloud sighed.

This world is just full of darkness, hate and blood. I’ve seen enough in all my life to know what’s the real thing here. My company specializes in weapons. We are one of the strongest companies, with the most genius specialist in the world. We create for good, not for evil. Silver Taurus Corporation dedicates to create unique weapons using special gems. Not everyone can purchase them, and few can even have access. I always grant permission to five lucky humans to choose a weapon every year for the company’s anniversary. My mother says I don’t share too much of what I have. That sometimes I’m too selfish. But truth is that I’m not selfish. I must prevent for in

I say getting out of the car. “Alright, this way ma’am.” “What of this one?” I head toward another nice car. “That is a Signature Red Tesla Model X with 22-inch MX114, Forged Wheels and color matched windows.” Kevin smiles like he personally likes the car. “I like this one,” I take a closer look at the car. “It’s an SUV,” Ismail says poking his head out from inside the car. “Oh, I am not looking for an SUV,” I comment sadly. “Alright, what about this one. This is a 2019 Chevrolet Camaro 2LT 2 door Coupe. It has 275 horsepower and 295 rpm.” Kevin tells us.

Lena guided Tarzan out of the hotel, his heavy arm draped across her shoulders for support. They descended into the underground parking garage, where rows of luxury cars gleamed beneath the sterile fluorescent lights. She pressed the unlock button, and an expensive-looking black car chirped in response. Hurrying to the driver's side, she stopped abruptly. "Oh..." She looked back at him. "Mr Silver, you should sit there." Tarzan stared at her for another long, unreadable second before silently making his way to the passenger door. He folded himself into the seat with a low grunt, his long legs barely fitting, then turned his face toward the window without a word.

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.