Silver X Sebek Novels & Stories

Sivikon loping to me. The silver stallion stopped behind him. Dragging its lead. Tossing his head, he stared at the water through silver flecked blue eyes. Sebastian stopped at the edge of the clearing. Watching the water's still surface. Blue-green eyes flicking over the banks. Until he spotted a distance away the glint of his amulet shining from the naked branch of a tree. He collected it and stuck it in his pocket. Rounding to assess the lake. Chin lifting, he eyed the water haughtily. Sleek movements revealing his animalistic nature.

The Alpha wolf of this pack. ‘We are more than just a wolf shifter,’ a second voice says in my mind space, a sleepy and weak voice. ‘We will be strong again, but that spell hurt us a lot. Silver’s arrival woke us up.’ ‘Is Drake a hybrid as well? Is he like in the dream?’ I wonder. ‘We’ll need to ask him,’ Silver says. ‘He’s different, but I can see his wolf form and another form.’ “Wrap your fingers around my fingers and squeeze,Ezekiel,” the doctor instructs.

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

"Starved Iron eats heat. The Obsidian metal eats kinetic force. Neither of them can catch light." "I know," I said softly. I walked to the arched window, looking out over the sprawling, sunlit capital, and then further east, toward the jagged peaks of the wolf continent. "We don't need iron," I said. "We need silver. Raw, unadulterated, tectonic silver." I looked back at the Sovereign. "Elias. The crown on your head, the ancestral silver of your bloodline... where was it mined?" Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow.

It would have been very unlucky for him to have traversed thousands of miles only to find a single useful herb. As Severin contemplated his luck, a silver herb on a mountain at the planet's far side had been noticed by his divine senses. It was nine inches tall and exuded a metallic silver sheen. The herb radiated a very strong starlight power that might even rival the Lunar Dew Severin had previously discovered. After witnessing the unexpected find, Severin's body trembled as he said, "This… this is the eighth-grade Silver Moon Grass!"

Soon I was crying out, releasing my seed into the girl with a groan. The girl whimpered, trembling. Her thighs quivered when I finally released her, spent. … I was in the forest, my forest, surveying my pack. It was the most glorious sight, we the Silver Moon Pack. The moon goddess smiled down at me and I felt victorious over all my foes and rivals. I, Sebastian, was king. I shifted as I heard a rustle to the side, and turned to find the most unlikely person there. That maid. Her. Her black hair was in a braid like she always wore it, and her work clothes were stained with grime and dust.

A slender woman with sharp red eyes and long golden hair sat behind it. “Lita Master Hemo would like you to get this girl situated. She and the small child in her arms should be in the dining hall in twenty minutes.” Miles gestured to my brother. “I thought his name was Cadogen?” I said, a bit confused. Miles stiffened. He took a deep breath and plastered a smile onto his face. “Here in Veinland we use a person’s surname that is not acquainted with us personally. Master Hemo is this coven’s ruler. His family has ruled this coven since the treaty of silver sion.” I nodded, not really understanding.

Brooklyn's POV: I didn't know how long I had been in a coma, but I still had no strength to react. When I woke up, it's pitch black and quiet. Only Editha's yelling rang in my head. "Silver seal! This is a silver seal!" A silver seal was a silver prison for werewolves. If a werewolf was locked in it, its power would be greatly weaHaleed, and would not be able to transform into a werewolf.

I ducked and evaded Selena's attack, stabbing her from underneath her belly with the claw that was broken off from Elva's hand. Selena screamed out in pain and fell to the floor immediately. The silver wolves were a special specie of wolves who were created to bring down all the egoistic clans that had turned their back on the goddess. However, with their mission over, they remained a threat to the rest of the werewolf species, including the Lycans. Their body parts were lethal to that of other werewolves. The silver which they had in them was poisonous to every specie of werewolf, even to the cave werewolves who were said to be resistant to poison.

The celestial being remained silent briefly. Kael slowly rose from one knee beside me despite the corruption tearing through him. His face had gone pale now beneath the spreading silver markings. Yet somehow his expression hardened further at the Silver God’s silence. “What are you hiding?” he demanded coldly. The Silver God’s gaze shifted toward him. Pain flickered faintly across its expression. And suddenly I realized something horrifying. It did not want Kael dead either. The realization unsettled me deeply. The Silver God looked back toward me slowly. “The Queen’s mortal form was never designed to survive complete awakening.” The fractured realm froze silent.