Silver Taurus Novels & Stories

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."

Tapping Jeff lightly on the shoulder she left him and walked to the passenger side of the car. "Hey, Evan," Silver said with a toss of her head, her eyes drifted back to my face, grey eyes bordered with dark lashes. "You're new?" I nodded. Should I say more? She cocked a smile revealing sparkling white teeth. Her canine peeked beneath her top lip. "Welcome to WhiSare." Without saying anything else she keyed the bike, pumped it and rode off. That was weird. Cara chuckled and I glanced at her. "Silver is a wild one. Many students swear up and down that she's had sex with them." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I hear she's quite good at sex too."

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?

He was sitting on the wide sofa alone as if he owned the whole thing. "We are not after war or anything here, man," commented Ken who was sprawled on the floor while leaning on the sofa. "Just back us up. We'll try to talk it out," Waldo finally spoke. The three meds nodded in unison. Waldo gave them one more nod before he gently pulled me out of the house again. A silver Mustang greeted us. Behind it is the same car model but in a different color. All four cars were formed in a diamond lead by the silver car of Waldo. The magnetic-colored one on the right and the shadow-black one on the left serve as its wing. While the red race one was the tail.

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

“I’m not suppressing anything.” Liya suddenly stirred uneasily. “She sees us.” Fear rose higher inside me instantly. Bella looked genuinely surprised now. “You really don’t know.” My breathing became uneven. “Know what?” Bella glanced around the empty balcony carefully before speaking again. “Silver aura is ancient.” The words hit like stones inside my chest. “It doesn’t appear naturally in normal wolves.” The rogue’s voice echoed again inside my mind. “You were never weak.” Bella’s eyes locked onto mine. “Who taught you to hide it?”

He stood there on two legs with hooves, seemingly calm, with only a red cloth draped around his massive midsection. His horns jutted outward menacingly, curving with natural ferocity. A heavy gold nose ring hung from his nostrils, gleaming sharply against his dark fur, the metal catching the dim light. “Do your best, Taurus!” she said and giggled. Taurus nodded, then lifted his head slowly and swung his spiked club straight at me as his dark eyes locked into mine. The moment our eyes met, something twisted in my chest. My breath hitched. My thoughts blurred.

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

But it was obvious she had never actually been in battle. Her fur was clean and clear, not a single scar or mark that silently told of wars or battles fought. Her eyes were clear and calm. Most warriors had hooded eyes, hidden with secrets and threats along with the tales of all the blood they spilled. ‘You still haven’t answered my question’ She replied. ‘I am Thorne of Ironclaw. Here to meet with Garron of Silvermane to restore the bond between our clans and put an end to the rogue wolves crossing our borders’