Silver X Sebek Novels & Stories

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

“The Queen knows you’re reaching for it!” The air split open with a deafening crack. A fissure of violet light tore across the clearing, spewing tendrils of smoke and shadow. From it stepped figures— faceless, draped in silver cloaks. Dozens of them, their movements unnervingly precise. “The Silver Guard,” Eryx breathed, horror flashing across his face. “But they vanished centuries ago.” “They didn’t vanish,” the Seer cut him off. Her voice was sharp, trembling. “They were bound to her return.”

But I quietly hope that If it ever happens… It won’t destroy them. Leo bows and leaves and Elara turns to me. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes,” I say. “I have a question.” “Shoot.” I hesitate. “Do you know anyone in Lycan history who looks like me… but with silver eyes?” She frowns. “Looks like you but with Silver eyes?” “Yes.” She shakes her head slowly. “No. Not that I know of.” My shoulders droop and disappointment sinks in. But then she brightens. “Well… actually. The only people recorded with silver eyes were Kael, the first Lycan who you read about the other day… and his two children. A son and a daughter.”

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."

Silverborn: a designation Selene has encountered in a handful of historical texts during her time as Luna, mentioned in the margins of genealogical records and then not mentioned again, the way significant things sometimes are not mentioned because the people who know their weight prefer the quiet that silence provides. "Near-extinct," Miriam says. "There are perhaps a dozen families in the northern and southern territories with documented Silverborn lineage. Most of them do not know what they carry. Those who do know are careful about who else knows." Selene listens. She does not reach for questions yet. She has learned from enough difficult conversations that the information will be what i

"Julian? Elena stripped him. He’s nothing but a commoner." "A commoner with a grudge is a perfect vessel for a Harvester," Silas added, stepping down from the ship. He held a handheld sensor that was bleeding violet light. "Leo’s right. The background radiation of the Silver Creek has changed. It’s no longer just a static shield. It’s a beacon. Julian’s DNA is the 'backdoor' the Tide needed. They’re using his broken Alpha-link to bypass Elena’s seal." "If they get into the Citadel, they get the Weaver," Killian growled, his wolf-form surging beneath his skin, his eyes flashing a dangerous gold. "And if they get the Weaver, they get the galaxy."

Well, even if she was reborn timid, she was still an ancient Demi goddess with so much wisdom, so I have so much respect for her. “Well, I felt bad you hid your relationship from me for 6 years, and you know Killian was our friend and Lillian’s mate. I should have known she was more happy with you than Killian. I guess moon goddess makes such mistakes sometimes in pairing mates’ ‘ he said. I chuckled. “Don’t let her hear you,” I said, referring to Selene. Silver chuckled, well he is so lucky to be mated to Octavia. He gets to see the moon goddess when he wants something all wolves wish to have.

My voice, now his, fills the room—rich, velvety, commanding. “Silver should be dominant.” Silence. Cassidy blinks, then glares. “Aries, if you’re going to hijack Delilah’s body, at least say hello first.” Aries chuckles through my lips. “Hello, little human.” Alma crosses her arms. “Why silver?” My lips curve into a smirk. “Silver is the color of the moon, the bond that ties mates. It represents strength, purity, and divine right. It will remind everyone that Delilah is not just a queen but the vessel of the strongest wolf to walk this earth.”

I noticed how manipulative the woman could be even though I let her stay in the spot as Lady of the House before our mate came. It was clear that Selene was making a point that silver (often considered lesser than gold) symbolized Selene and Keileigh. In short she was implying that Keileigh was lesser than her in every aspect. That thought made me a little pissed off and I ordered Kara, “Go to the jeweler and bring him here.” I would order from the man, the best selection of gold jewelry for Keileigh. That would make for a nice courtship gift as well. …

The monkey that had pledged allegiance so easily to Mane was actually a King? Emerald Crystal Monkeys were special existences. Silver’s mother was born as a Crystal Monkey Queen, and Silver was a Crystal Monkey Prince. Although he had lost his complexion, it was bound to return if he kept on improving in strength and basking in the light of the Light Tree. Although Mane had proven to Silver’s mother that he was more than capable of helping Silver grow with Devour, he hadn’t done anything to show that he was capable of protecting her son and future King of the Crystal Monkeys.