Silver Taurus Novels & Stories

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

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

However, just as the sixth company was about to step forward and apologize to Bertha, the roar of the exclusive cars of the SSC Tuatara series rang out from the direction of the fountain. All eyes of the crowd immediately focused on the only black limited edition Silber supercar, which was said to cost eighty million dollars. But even if you have money, you can't buy this car. You have to have money and power. Just as everyone was still admiring the appearance of this car, the car door slowly opened. The man's long legs slowly got out of the car, his demeanor was luxurious, his temperament was cold, and on his face was a ghostly silver-gray mask that added a bit of mystery.

Its pretty engraving on the right reads, CASTOR. I reach for the final box to find another case. This one is black. The same Tiffany's brand is on top. I open it to find a pistol. All black except for the trigger and the golden letters. The gold shines brightly against the lamp hanging above my bed. The calligraphy golden letters read Pollux. "Do you know who Castor and Pollux are?" I ask, reaching for the last box inside single rounds for the Rhino. "You may have mentioned the Gemini Twins once or twice. I found their names. That's all I got. They aren't from the old gods they have to be extremely ancient," Micca shrugs.

The silver Tesla was one of Simon's concessions to security—faster than her old Prius, with enhanced safety features and GPS tracking that Maya had insisted upon after everything that had happened. At the time, Gemini had protested the paranoia. Now, sliding into the driver's seat, she acknowledged the wisdom of precautions. She was fastening her seatbelt when movement in the rearview mirror caught her attention. A flash of shadow where there shouldn't be one. Before she could react, a hand clamped over her mouth from behind. "Hello, querida. Did you miss me?" The voice—that velvet baritone with its slight accent—sent ice water coursing through Gemini's veins. Impossible. He was supposed to

Taking the keyboard from Trent, I navigate the image to the screen directly in front of me. This system filters out heavy metals and toxins...why...immunity to silver and wolfsbane... what does that mean? Is Elle and Silver Run immune, or is the man who took over her pack? 'Simon,' Slade says, forcing an image of his reaction to the silver to the forefront of my mind. Silver Run members having a high immunity makes sense if they live in a pack that needs this kind of water system on their pack.

I said. ☪ ✧ ✧ He leads the way outside the house, down the veranda stair, to the wheeled machine shining in black. "Check this out~" He rubs his hand there and on the embossed silver logo of the machine's facade. The words dropped my jaw. "This is the family's business. The Silver Wolf company where every number 1 smooth brand new car is made! Her name is Hessuel." He clicks a tiny remote button from the key, then my shoulders jerked when the car horned twice! "It's a greeting from her."

The metal scent is threaded with something that makes my gums ache. Silver. My temper snaps so fast it feels like a whip crack. “Someone’s being brave,” I murmur. “Silver?” Tarek’s voice goes tight. “Silver,” I confirm. “Which means they didn’t come here to rob traders. They came here to kill wolves.” His eyes narrow. “Or to send a message.” “Exactly,” I say, and nudge Chaos forward at a walk. The bend opens up into a small clearing where the road widens. A cart sits crooked on its side, one wheel snapped clean off. Blood darkens the dirt beneath it.

It wasn’t macho; it was math. Silver came later, in a windowless room with a table and a locked case, not as a thrill but as a lecture with props. With a gloved hand, Todd laid a handful of objects on a cloth—cutlery, jewelry, a small bar that looked like nothing—and told me the truth: how silver bites wolves, why it does, what it represents to them, and how it turns from defense to cruelty faster than you think if you wield it like a fantasy. He let me hold the bar with gloves, feel the wrong chill of it, then put it away. “Last resort,” he said. “The line that ruins a dinner table if you cross it for sport.” I nodded. I got it. Some power you respect by not touching.