Silver Wings Book Novels & Stories

Each blade is illuminated by the gentle, pale glow of the wolf, his coat ever changing from the brightest white, to the deepest silver, like his own body has a tide. And his wings… good Goddess above, his wings. They cast a shadow over the clearing, and the rising sun paints them in pastel pink, gold, purple, and blue. He flares them, making their expanse rise over me, and I notice they’re shaped like a bat’s, but each spike is crested with glowing, translucent gems. And his eyes…. Just like in the book, they glow a pearly white and swirl with silver mist–seeing everything before him and things that are not.

Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.

Amira and Daniel's mother —Asteria, have already arrived to Amira's room for the question and answer session on the silver book, which will take place while the celebrations are still going on inside the home of Daniel. As the celebration progressed, Amira's room remained deafeningly quiet throughout the entire evening. She can feel the tension, yet she remained calmed. On the bed in front of them is a book with the key concern. Amira was looking at this silver-colored book the other day, which was the day that she began to have an interest in the meaning of her wolf color. She was going through a silver book when she spotted something unexpected.

Gem drove like an absolute maniac down the windy and dusty road. We hadn’t told my parents the full details yet, but the truth was , Gem was taking us way past the pack borders into a different territory. The Silver Wings Forest. It was rumored to be a mystical forest filled with all kinds of supernaturals. It was said to protect wolves and witches from vampires, which made it one of the safest places outside the pack grounds. Still, there was something eerie about it,like you didn’t really go there unless you had a reason.

I look up into the milky white eyes of my best friend and say one word. “Dragon’s!” **Authors note** I hope you have enjoyed Book 2, the next book, will follow on from this from Monday the 15th of Dec. Book 3 follows the story of Princess Emerald and King Vulcan in The Dragon Kings Golden Obsession. Hope to see you all soon :) MM xx

They are desperately after something. A rogue slams into a human girl and I quickly tackle it and throw it into the nearest car, leaving a huge dent. “Run!” The girl doesn’t think twice before taking off. The wolf begins to circle me like I’m it’s next meal, but they made a grave mistake attacking the silver dragon. I use my earth powers, just as my mother has shown me, and snake vines along the ground, piercing the rogues one by one without the humans noticing. Slowly the rogues shooting arrows are pulled to the ground as they struggle to take a breath while my vines tighten around their necks.

My hands trembled when I started to open the book, page by page. Because I was impatient, I checked the table of contents, 'Power of silver wolf'. I opened the page number and then I saw a particular line. "The power of the silver wolf would be fully activated after they mate with their mate." I was in deep thought for some time as I stared at the page. I decided to start from the very first page of the book, and I was delighted to know that my wolf was not an abomination at all. Although she is a unique kind of wolf that is hard to come across, it shows up only once in a blue moon. In fact, instead of an abomination, a silver wolf is a special wolf that should not be toiled with because the

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p