Silver X Blaze Novels & Stories

Other abilities I discovered were the ability to control elements such as air, water, fire, earth, and so on. Then on my sixteenth birthday, I developed physical enhancement like Mother did. I completely changed into a younger version of my mother. Oh, also, my Lycan is pure silver like Mother's; the only difference is mother's other half is a wolf, while mine is Lycan, but both are pure silver. I don't know why all these were passed down to me if mother, according to father, has fulfilled what was predestined of her, which landed her in a comatose state for years.

“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…”

"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

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.

She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior. I give in and transform, feeling my bones rearrange themselves in a symphony of strength and power. As Silver, I let out a howl that resonates like an ethereal war cry, vibrating the very air around us. The Lycan and wolf troops answer back, their roars and howls uniting in a crescendo of impending victory.

This was Blake Silver in full Alpha mode on a threat that was moving toward someone he cared about and the difference between those two things was significant and immediate and the rogue that had launched from the left discovered this at speed. Snow white. Not the white I had expected from everything I knew about Silver pack coloring. Not flat or cold. The specific living white of something that carried its own light source, massive through the chest and shoulders, moving with a force that had nothing wasted in it. He took the first rogue completely off its trajectory and drove it into the ground and it did not get back up quickly. The second rogue adjusted its angle mid-air. Lyra was alread

Even before her Lycan fully awakened, some part of him had always known when she was near. He tugged on that familiar bond and it was gone. He pressed harder and found a wall. Solid and cold, like an unnatural wall had been built between them. “Silver.” Blaze pulled back and went deep into his mind, in a way that told Zane everything he needed to know.

“I can’t believe you’re Zephyr’s beta.” Silver scoffed. “Coming from you, who’s pretending to be Zephyr’s brother.” Cypher took another step. Silver did the same, and now they stood chest to chest, glaring at each other without saying a word. It went on for a few seconds until I spoke up. “One would think that you both are a couple, seeing how you bicker at each other every minute.” “Couple!” Silver shouted first. “Oh please, I have my mate, and there is—”