Silver Taurus Novels & Stories

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.

The beauty of this place kept seizing my breath with awe until she halted in front of the group of men occupied in different forest recreational activities. The astonishment in my expression was obvious upon seeing all of these guys—all young males in their twenties, if I had to guess. "Are they all silver?" Lady Catheleia turned in my direction and said, "Yes. We all are." "I thought silver werewolves were just girls. I never thought that there were also boys." "Now that you know. You can entertain them if you want." Words I intended to enunciate never left my mouth after I witnessed these male specimens. They were drop-dead gorgeous and quite sexy. However, none matched my one and only mat

I raised my eyes and met with a man in a perfectly tailored blue suit. "Mate" "Mate" "Mate" my wolf was continuously chanting and jumping inside. I started taking deep breaths and taking that smell as much as I can. He was probably 6.2 with a strong aura. His brown eyes fixed on me. Perfect jawline, and a sharp nose and I could imagine his perfect body under his clothes. His silky black hair strands fell on his forehead and swayed with his moments. "Luca Silver", Luca introduced forwarding his hand. "Jack Smith", he shook his hand. His voice was deep and sexy.

Upon the entrance, two sculptures hold Lanesra, the gun that Akira's clan specializes in. Lanesra is shaped like a shotgun, and its bullet is a particular type of bullet in color blue and is designed to kill vampires in one shot. It stops the fast regeneration ability of vampires, and it also has poison in them. The lanesra itself is made of silver and gold, which is why its weight ranges from six to eight pounds depending on the style and features. [Silver lanesra - can be used by soldiers with a bronze and silver badge. They are in the lower and middle ranks in a ranking system that has just started. It weighs six pounds]

We were almost to school and I was hoping that Scarlet hadn't let my secert out to her parents. Pulling into school I was suprised to feel pressure against the barrier. Why would my wolf be trying to come out when I wasn't in danger or angry? A slight breeze blew through my open truck window, the light scent of moonlight hit my senses. I looked over to Clarrisa and she was looking at me with a odd smile. "So Wayne said you'd be looking for your bestie this morning. Lets get these windows up and go find her." Clarrisa didn't seem shocked by the scent that now filled the cab of my truck. Cranking the windows back up took a few minutes and she complained a little about the fact my truck was so

"Silent running mode included. It creeps up on you like a ghost." Ren opened the driver’s door and sat inside. The seat molded to his spine. The dashboard was a single curved piece of glass. It felt powerful. It felt like Wraith. "I'll take it," Ren said. "In silver." The salesman blinked, his datapad hovering in his hand. "Excellent choice, sir. We offer competitive financing plans with interest rates as low as—" "Cash," Ren interrupted. He held up his wrist-comp. "Full amount. Today." The salesman’s eyes widened. "Of... of course. That would be 45,000 Credits, including the luxury tax and registration."

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

"Twenty-seven devices total across all boundaries, concentrated around security checkpoints and leadership movement corridors. Comprehensive surveillance operation designed to map pack activities and defense capabilities." "Focusing specifically on silver integration detection," Ruth added, looking up from device she was examining. "This component," she indicated specialized sensor array, "calibrated to detect molecular signature consistent with transformation patterns observed in your bloodwork. Extremely sensitive, extremely specific—designed to track you in particular, Luna Stella."

Two days before the ceremony, Karl returned home. He acted as if Natalie had never appeared, as if our confrontation had been a dream. "Stop looking at your phone and try on the ceremonial pendant," he said, holding out an engraved silver pendant meant to be worn during our mating run. I opened the box, glanced at it briefly, then closed it without removing the necklace. "If it's suitable, take it." Karl frowned at my dismissive attitude. "There's nothing between Natalie and me. Can you stop being so hostile toward a young Omega who's lost everything?"