Silver Taurus Novels & Stories

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.

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.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

“That’s rough.” “Hey, it’s not all bad,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “Top secret missions, the powers of darkness at our fingertips… I could get used to it.” Extending a hand, he says, “I’m Tobias Silver.” “Nyx Arcturus,” I reply, shaking his hand. His grip is strong but gentle, and I take the opportunity to look at him closer; he looks like he’s about twenty. His hair is gold, a little past his jaw, and his eyes are a steely gray, and he’s as muscular and good looking as all wolves are.

When they rounded the last hedge, Sarah blinked in surprise. Parked near the private garage was a sleek, silver-and-onyx sports car, its surface glistening under the moonlight like liquid metal. But this was no ordinary car, it was custom, from the rose gold emblem etched on the hood to the soft blush interior visible through the glass. The seat stitching bore the initials "S.B.", her full name engraved with quiet pride. The car was low, fast, and feminine, yet lethal in its design. “What…?” she breathed, eyes wide as she stepped toward it.