Silver X Sebek Novels & Stories

I said, and the table laughed. Dinner started fine. The team was rowdy but good-natured, razzing Asher about finally settling down. He played along, his hand occasionally brushing my shoulder or arm—small touches that felt enormous. Then Sebastian Crane walked in. The temperature in the room dropped. Sebastian was the alpha of Silvermoon pack, Blackpine's biggest rival both on and off the ice. He was older than Asher, broader, with silver-streaked hair and cold amber eyes. "Kane," Sebastian said, approaching our table. "Heard you were here. Thought I would stop by."

It is no longer news that silverhound is a name to be feared In all the lands, after the blood that is the succession ceremony of Jerome, the world knows just one silverhound who is a car guru, a drug guru, the underground king, above the ground princess, king of the paranormals and a god.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

They both smiled and only when the sun threatened to sink below the horizon, direct into the ses, did they return to the palace, but before Silver started walking, he said. - My prince. - Romeo. - Romeo, I lied to you and my king, Romeo looked back and Silver was with his head down. - About what? - I let you two think my destiny companion died. Well, I think if he had died I would fill it. So I think he's alive. - Why are you two apart from them? From your loved one and your kid? Way did you lie? - Hes a werewolf.

He was sceptical - I could see it in the way his face twisted and his eyes narrowed suspiciously, but there was only one way to make sure he’d survive without bleeding to death. Silver was deadly to our kind - at least, to the werewolves. But what I had learned was that it had the ability of initiating a healing effect if used by the right kind - the kind that made me who I was. While I pressed the blade into the wound, I chanted to Moon Goddess Selene to bestow healing on Adam. He looked down in disbelief, as his skin began to close around the wound, and the blood he was losing crawled back into his body.

I found a male pup that resembled him, and I was able to figure out how to infuse his scent so he would believe the child was his. “I am not worried about him. He has been sick for a while, and I don’t think he will last much longer. We need all the kids more than we need him.” I reply. I watch as a tiny girl with long black hair walks into the room. I smile at her. Phlegyas throws his arm over her shoulders and pulls her close. Who knew that one of the girls we found when she was 13 would turn out to be his mate? We haven’t had to hide anything from her. She knew our entire plan and was happy to help bring down Silver Moon and the others. Her pack had been absorbed by Silver Moon

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

"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

Three. In an attempt to stop the King's black wolf and keep him away from me, Icarus's silver wolf snapped at it. Icarus resisted the King's attacks, which included thrashing, growling, and whipping his enormous body. "Your Majesty," Icarus hissed, his words jumbled around his mouthful of fur as his jaws latched around the King's scruff, holding him in place. "Please. You have to stop. She's... she's not. The King flailed more violently. A loud, resonant roar that vibrated through the floor and up into my bones flowed through his chest.