Silver Wings Book Novels & Stories

"Winston, ask your people to stay in a place where a winged creature can't easily fly into. Somewhere narrow! Avoid going to open spaces, and make sure that none of you will touch any of the healers' weapons. They are made of silver!" Silver is poisonous to were-creatures. It shuts down their ability to regenerate from injuries, causes a burning effect, and generally ruins their day. Healers know this, so basically, healers have spears that are purely made of silver to hunt lycans. "I know what to do. Just go back, Luceethe, and fold your wings!" "There is no use hiding it; everyone saw me already!" "Luceethe! I said, Fold your wings!" "I am trying to help here! I don't want any of the Lycan

But the entire thing glittered like a clean coin in sunshine. Dragon wings? Savage dropped and landed on the back of one Targue. Straddling it as though he’d mounted a horse. He stabbed it several times in the back and side before reaching down and running a deep slit up the side of its neck. When another dived toward him he dropped to the side of the one he’d sat on. The wings falling flush against his back before evaporating in an instant. It collapsed the other way. As the one went over him he lurched up to stab it in the stomach. Letting its own momentum carrying it over him drag the knife down its belly and spill its innards.

Sylvain then fished out a small, leather-bound book from the pocket of the black sweats he wore and held it out to me, "Zora said she would work on translating it." I rose a brow and gingerly—so the book wouldn't get ruined—took the book from him. The brown leather was engraved with a pair of massive golden wings which had a smile splitting at my lips. I had never seen a fae with golden wings before, but we all knew, once one was born they would rule. The white-winged would no longer hold the throne, or in our case, my bloodline wouldn't hold the Throne captive.

Thank you for pushing through and finishing book 1. Please let me know what you think! Book 2, Family Secrets is where I will publish any and all sequels. I am in the process of changing the title name to just The Silver Dragon Series. I plan for there to be a total of 6 books. Books 1, which you just read, through 3 will be Davina and Derek's journey to defeat those after her so she can live in peace. Book 4 will follow her daughter Maliyah, Book 5 will follow her twins and book 6 will follow her last child.

Vanessa barked at me. She didn’t understand, none of them did. Your Silver was the real enemy here not me. “Beta Ray, you are sure you didn’t meet that silver wolf. We really need to clip his wings now!” I barked. “Your Silver only defended himself. Beta Gaius must have attacked him first.” Ray replied. My Delta sighed. “Are you siding with a rogue who killed a Beta of an ally pack?” he glared at Ray. When Ray met his gaze he looked down.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

The name Swan — once known as Jenna — dropped like a stone into the group’s silence. “I wouldn't put it past him to kill any of us just to keep it quiet,” Ivy hissed. “And you’re still standing here worried about where we’re going?” Mama G looked down. Domina’s lips tightened, a shadow of shame on both their faces. Then, unexpectedly, Cherry spoke — quiet, eerily composed. Her tone was steady, but hollow.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s