Silver X Espio Novels & Stories

Elliot’s POV “What are you talking about?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest as I stared at my men. They all stiffened and looked amongst themselves. “They think something is off with Silver,” Luca said, motioning in the direction Silver walked, “She seems different, but all the facts are there. The imposter has her scent and she’s dirty. She’s a rogue.” Something inside of me angered; was it my wolf? Why would he be reacting this way towards a rogue wolf?

It was the low, electric purr of a foreign engine—a smooth, continuous whine that grew louder and louder until the yellow blocks of the Volvo’s headlamps were completely swallowed by a massive, blue glare that hit the rear window like a wave of cold water. Elias broke the contact, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he turned to look through the dirty glass of the back window. A single, silver sports car had pulled onto the concrete dock, its long, low snout stopping three feet from the Volvo’s rusted bumper. The high-intensity blue lamps were so bright they turned the inside of the cabin into a white, high-contrast frame where every tear in the vinyl and every speck of gray dust on t

This came as a bonus to her, for being the mate of the Silvercrest pack’s Beta and the new division manager of Silvercrest Enterprises’ IT department. “Hope you like my place,” Aaron smilingly stated while driving his Porsche 911 Carrera 4S Cabriolet in Dolomite Silver Metallic. This car had been his baby, partner, and sidekick all throughout his single life. It was a good thing that its black leather luxury seats didn’t talk about the many things that had happened inside the said sports car in the past. Well now, his snazzy ride would see only one lady… Diwa Denar. “I don’t think I’ll pay much attention to your apartment, to be honest,” she tried a seductive smile, but it didn’t quite reach

Beside her, Elias was a silhouette of jagged obsidian, his wings tucked tight against the shimmering pressure of the room. ​"The Council wanted to mine this to power their machines," Elias whispered, his voice echoing with a metallic resonance. "But they don't understand the chemistry. This silver isn't a fuel, Rhea. It’s a mirror. It amplifies whatever intent is poured into it. If they try to take it by force, it will shatter the continent."

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.

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

The silver car was driven away from the building of the swimming pool. “Follow the silver car again, Sir…” ordered Fin Hubert. The taxi was then following the silver car slowly and slowly from behind. There came out Pierre Zhaopardy and Rendy Pluto Milos from the swimming pool. They glimpsed for a little while when Eriwan and Erito freed themselves from their hugs to each other, then got on their silver car. Same with Fin Hubert Wong previously, as Eriwan and Erito were in their hoody jackets and their masks, these two couldn’t see their faces really clearly either. In their perplexity, both Pierre Zhaopardy and Rendy Pluto Milos stared at each other.

Moments later, a silver-colored, limited edition Maybach pulled to a stop next to Sally and Evonne. Paula’s jaw, which had dropped open in shock, was so large that you could fit an egg in there. This car… seemed to be… twice as expensive as Zoey’s ride… Whose… whose car was it?

Jax said. "Ben, can you disable the GPS system in his truck and make sure their phones can't be tracked?” Mitch asked. "What kind of truck is it again?” Ben asked. "It's a brand-new Silverado." "Probably not. With the newer vehicles, you can't disable the GPS without fucking up the computer. You would need an older vehicle that doesn't have an ECM." "Well fuck." "Ben start working on their phones, gentlemen, let's go to the garage," Mitch said.

He winks at me as he sits back down. “Chris is our tech guy, he can design on-the-spot tracking devices with minimal equipment and he improved your facial recognition system to fit our needs. He can code about anything we need with just his laptop” He is a tall guy probably 6’4 and with wavy beach blond hair and striking grey eyes. He is well built and looks like he gyms a lot.