Silver X Sebek Novels & Stories

“She is not my girlfriend. She is actually the wife of my rival, and we happen to have, well……identical goals.” “If you say so.” Silver grinned, his sharp fangs displaying themselves shamelessly. “So, the name Silver, where did you get it?” I asked, deliberately trying to steer his mind out of the conversation. It was not a particularly intimidating name for a thousand-year-old werewolf. “Ohhh, it's from a silver bullet, the bane of werewolves.” Silver! Silver was one element that werewolves loved and cherished. However, it was effortlessly the death of many werewolves. A single shot of a silver bullet could bring down a weak adult werewolf, and so it was highly regarded as a forbidden objec

“Sebastian Trellis.” I froze. Him. The Alpha of the Silver Moon pack. Well, this was interesting.

Rebekah was the one that did most of the planning but Jonah was in charge of keeping them safe. “Beck, you heard what the merchant said. ‘A big coven’? That has to be Silver Moon Coven. They’ve gotta be close. And if they have managed to track the girl this far with the glamour on there’s no telling what would happen if we take it off.” His argument was fair. But Rebekah was expecting this. She got up and went to a closet. A few moments later she came back with a box of crystals. “I’ve been charging these.”

I let out a chuckle before focusing on the book. “The silver wolf is a rare type of wolf that came into existence a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago, the werewolf race almost came to an end since they were being hunted down by humans and other supernatural races. The Moon Goddess, Selene, feared for her children, so she created a special kind of wolf and blessed it with magical powers that would be passed down from generation to generation. This wolf could be identified by its unique features like silver fur and golden eyes…” I trailed, my heart slamming hard against my chest. The silver wolf was blessed with magical powers? How come I didn’t have any?

In an instant, the two were cuffed to the wall, Sebastian with silver, and next to him was Agatha with metal inscribed with runes on the far end of the holding cell. “WHAT THE HELL, NATE?” Sebastian growls loudly. The metal enclosure that was kept on the side shook, and the walls around them vibrated with the intensity of his growl; after all, he was a powerful Alpha. Everyone is shocked. Sebastian is cuffed with silver, but his wolf nearly takes over. They can’t believe it. What they don’t know is his growing immunity to silver every time his skin is in contact with it. Nathaniel narrowed his eyes to Sebastian, wondering how powerful his wolf was to be unaffected by the silver cuffs.

I pleaded with her. "I understand Athena, I'll be careful " she replied "What business does your clan have with Sebastian Stone anyway?" I decided to peruse the moment. "I won't lie to you, so you would be careful too. For years now, Sebastian Stone has been collecting Silver. Pure silver, it is what has protected him for long now. I don't know his trade secrets or what he plans to do with them, but he works with them, lots of them. Last night, he ordered two bags full of it. His Shippers changed route, they agreed to pass through our turf, and we agreed to handle the delivery." She responded. The shock I felt was golden, what was Sebastian Stone doing with Silver?

“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…”

Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate. Before his chosen life. Across from us stood Alpha Regent Cerberus, tall and immovable as the mountain legends named him after. His expression was carved from stone, but his eyes, those fierce, ancient eyes, were bright. At his side stood Luna Zeina, six months pregnant, one hand resting on the gentle curve of her belly, the other gripping her mate's arm. Her silver hair was braided with moonflowers, her presence radiant, fragile, and powerful all at once. They had argued, his family and their council on the West. The entire pack knew it. The Wild Pack had heard the echoes of raised voices, of clashing wills, of centuries of tradition being cha

why wasn't I affected? "I remember Marcus called you a 'Silver', is this true?" Seb kept silent. He simply looked at Dorin, sizing him up. The boy before him simply looked at him, as if he was merely asking a simple everyday question. He finally nodded, the slate turned upside down. "When I was younger, I heard a story about a line of mages called ‘Silvers’ or ‘Silver Tongues’," said Dorin. "I heard they are very strong enchanters, and that they are very beautiful..." Dorin paused to look at Seb.