Silver Taurus Novels & Stories

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.

I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

,he continued,his voice low and measured never taking his eyes off Salvatore. “And what is the price for such….generosity?” Ignoring his question,Don Silver continued. “A realignment of power,Salvatore.”,his tone lowered to a whisper as he leaned forward. “The drug routes you have been eyeing for expansion…..they could be yours.Exclusively if I might add.” The gleam of avarice in Salvatore’s eyes at the mention of the drug routes could not be missed. “What is this proposition going to cost me?”,Salvatore spat,his voice hoarse.

the silver knight laughed when he threw a metallic chain laced with runes. It wrapped around Cicero like a snake, tying him up and holding him in place. It felt so heavy that it became harder for him to move around. “What is this!” He screamed in frustration at not being able to break free. The more he struggled, the tighter it got. And it wasn’t just a simple chain since he could not break it, no matter how much force and magic he used on it. “That, little one, is Draconian steel imbued with magic. You won’t be able to get out of that, even with your eastern magic,” the silver knight tells him.

she said. Aetos blinked a couple of times. He was confused as he doesn’t understand anything. It was like he was been played and messed up but he can't do anything. "Just what then hell have happened?" he muttered to himself and walked away. One thing about Silver is that, she has the gift of her voice. And only Lupus knows about that. She can make anyone do what she wants as long as they have even a tiny bit of interest, respect, affection and desire for her.

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.

If I refused to help Garrett when his mate was injured, it would ruin my standing with the Hawthorne pack and destroy any chance I had with the Silver Creek territory deal. "Fine," I breathed out, leaning my heavy body against a wooden post. "Where is his vehicle?" "Section A of the lower pack lot," Garrett said fast. "Silver Moon-crest SUV, plate number 001. The key fob is inside!" The line clicked dead before I could even ask another question. I heaved a shaky breath, stumbling down the gravel ramp toward section A. My plus-size frame felt heavy and weak, my legs trembling from the fever cooking my blood.

I let it be the size it was. It was considerable. It was right. He looked at me. His eyes had the gold in them. Not the brief crack of gold from the ceremony hall—the gold that had been losing ground to silver from the moment he stepped forward, the gold that had been retreating before he even spoke. This was the full version. Gold all the way through, warm and settled, his wolf no longer fighting for something it had been trying to reach for eight months. His wolf had arrived. "There it is," I said.

Nathan hurriedly asked in a worried tone, "What about Taurus? Wasn't Taurus with the alpacas that day?" Taurus was the rooster Luna was raising. Since they were raising it at home, they couldn't just keep calling it 'the rooster'. Therefore, Connie named it, 'Taurus'. Taurus had made its debut among the pet owners' social circles in Taadi City on Twitter. Hilda even made a series of outfits for it. She also highly recommended raising a rooster in the pet luxury goods magazine she created. As a result, there was a sudden chicken raising boom in Taadi City, and the price of roosters soared because of her.