Silver X Blaze Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Just a little something to remind you that you need to come fast enough for your wife if she means that much to you.” “You're a real psychopath.” Kian spat with hatred and malice in his eyes. One that seemed like they indeed knew each other just took well. “I wonder what we Silvers saw in you. We must have been blind. I must have been blind.” Wait, even the Silvers know this guy? Was he a member of something? A traitor? So many questions, yet all of them bottled up at the back of my throat. “M…my b..bro...ther…”

he hissed. I could feel my wolf scratching angrily, more than eager to surface, but I had to calm her down. This wasn't a fight I could win. My cheek was already getting swollen, and that shithead, Jack, was giving me a mocking stare. He was one of the best warriors our Silver Blood Pack had, and I was more than aware that going against him meant suicide. Yet, I couldn't help a low snarl that squeezed through my throat and my eyes flashing crimson at the sign of my frustration and anger. Blaze burst into laughter. "You see?" He turned to the two wolves from the Blood Shadow Pack. "She is more than just the face of an angel, but I can assure you that she could be tamed, and she's a virgin."

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

The elements had already gone quiet. I told him everything. The field. The yellow-green sky. The girl who looked like me but older somehow, like she had carried too many storms inside her bones. I told him about the silver eyes and the grief in them that made my chest hurt just remembering it. Blaze didn’t interrupt once while I spoke. He sat beside me on the ledge with his back against the stone wall, listening the way he always did—completely, without trying to redirect the story or soften the edges of it.

Stephan rubbed his hand on his hair before his gaze fell on Damian “ I dunno man, I really don’t know” ……………………………………………….. Silver and gold were in their spell room doing some incantations “ they are on the move” Gold stared at silver, as silver continued to talk in his trance “ they don’t want Sophia to meet her mate” “ why” “ they are not saying silver said” “ who is her mate?” gold inquired “ they are not saying, only that the mate is close” Silver starts convulsing and gold held him immediately saying some incantation

we heard Silver's crying voice and next second she hugged me tight, crying on my chest. Our eyes softly looked at her. I caressed her hair and her sobs slowly subsided. “Silver you go to your friends I need to talk to Aiden bro” Alex said in a firm tone. “Brother I kicked on his balls,” Silver said, making us chuckle. She knows self defense, it is more than kicking someone's balls. She looks cute and innocent but she is a Mafia's sister. What can you expect from her? Silver goes and stands with her friends. We turned again to Alex demanding answers.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

For the last couple of days all that had mattered to him was finding the Drive and torturing the person who had taken it till death. Right now all that will and contempt had gone out the window the moment that he had set his eyes on the girl. He still didn’t have the Drive and that just drove him insane, but Silver had been the last one to be seen with it and he had her, but for some goddamn reason he couldn’t find it in himself to lay a finger on her. Not when she looked so vulnerable, pure and innocent. Instead he stood across the room from where she sat, tied to her chair and watched her sleep. Silver felt the headache first, wincing at the discomfort that came with it. She felt stiff, li

"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

POV: Blaze Ryder "You’ve already forgotten everything, Ash. You’re not an Alpha right now. You’re a dog chasing a ghost." Blaze spit blood into the snow, standing up slowly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze fixed on the brother he had followed since they were cubs. He saw the madness in Ash—the way his gold eyes were losing their clarity, becoming clouded by the silver-and-black rot of the mate-bond's corruption. Ash wasn't thinking about the Silverfang territory or the treaty with the vampires. He was a man drowning, and he was willing to pull the whole world under with him.