Silver X Sebek Novels & Stories

Leo asked, his face turning pale. Elara looked toward the glowing sphere in the distance, the beacon of the United Cities. "More than you have, Leo. We need the Primal Marrow-the original source of Liquid Silver. And according to Sarah's maps, the only place it still exists in its pure form is in the Catacombs of the First-Born, right below Halloway's office." The Shattered Peace

" Oracle Zeka answered back. I observed the surroundings where Sebastian and Damon were discovered, pondering if there was anything linking them to the Silverstone's pack and the Araknos that visited this area. 'Mighty Oracle, please purify this area from any traces of metal you detect... The elders of Silverstone must be held accountable for this action. And lastly, no word of this should leave this place.' I uttered. Without waiting for a reply, I swiftly returned to the castle, my mind filled with contemplation. An Araknos in my territory… why? Could Sebastian and Damon be hiding something from me?

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

The grand black wolf with the silver tail howled to the moon. "Incredible! He has the silver tail of an Alpha." Helia stated in awe "Does that mean what I think it means?" Jace asked looking timid "Yes. Seb is a descendent from the great Lycus. Seb is an alpha" she ended watching the enormous animal stretch out its legs. In the end it was a magnificent sight; one that hadn't been witness in over a thousand years. The wolf then went to Ana's body and softly nudged her head with its nose. Ana didn't respond. Wolf Seb huffed before sniffing all around her wound.

“Thea was a titan Goddess and the mother to both Selene, Goddess of the Moon, and Helios, the God of the Sun. It’s said that, when Helios was killed out of fear of the new generation of Gods, Selene didn’t take the news lightly. She had loved her twin more than anything... and maybe that was too much. Wrought with grief from his death, she then walked to the river he had drowned, the Argyros River, or the Silver Lake as it’s now known, and followed after him to be reborn as a new god of nature.” “…The Silver Lake?” I asked. “Isn’t that the name of the pack where my ancestors originally came from? Before they merged to become the Silver Mist?” “That’s correct. The land dried up so now the riv

I should be there with her! That's where I belong. Not some cold room with a spy in our midst, nobody was safe! I shook my head lightly and nodded at the pack members who greeted me, I walked past the fountain in the middle of the pack's driveway and I turned as I heard my name. I turned towards the sound and immediately relaxed as I saw it was my delta. Sebastian is the third in command here at Silver Moon Pack, he's also my late father's friend's only son who took up the delta position as it was discovered that his dad died.

His pillow and blanket were cold. I woke up instantly and sat upright in bed. That was when I saw Seville standing by the window, his eyes closed as moonlight poured over his body. His hair was slowly growing longer, and its color gradually turned pure silver. Then, Seville opened his eyes. The amber color in his pupils had also transformed, now shining with the pale glow of moonlight. He turned to look at me and spoke softly. “The Silverwind pack’s Silver Wolf bloodline… has awakened in me.”

At the red of his eyes — which were changing, slowly, the consuming red of the darkness-bearer becoming something else, something that was still not the silver-blue of the origin frequency and never would be, but was the specific color of something that had been restored rather than transformed. Silver. The silver of something that had always been connected to the Moon Goddess's design, even in its corruption, even in its long dark work of sealing the Devourer — the silver that had been there at the source before the hunger had covered it. "I'm sorry," the Hollow King said. Not to the assembled wolves. Not to the Devourer or the First Alpha or the evening's gathered armies. To Selene. Specif

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.