Silver X Whisper Novels & Stories

She’s still wearing the black t-shirt and jeans from this morning, but makeup plasters her face. Trex grunts and starts striding back and forth in my head. ‘I hate that shit. She doesn’t need it,’ Trex snarls and begins clawing at me to take over. ‘What the fuck’s going on with her eyes?’ He growls, and it’s then that I notice Silver’s orbs are a brilliant shade of Sapphire blue and aren’t changing hues.

My throat hurts a lot, I feel weak all over…grieving over the loss of our own. Sitting here, with my back to everyone, hallowed and lost in my grief…the tears don’t desist their flow as I shut my eyes. I can feel the anger, the thirst for blood, the crave to rip off flesh…all diabolic levels of hostility, defusing from every single wolf back there. Bringing my shattered state to turn around, I’m stunned to see Silver…what are those sparks around him? They go off like the lightning and I’m further surprised to see the coat of frost creating a flooring beneath his paws.

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.”

Even Alpha Williams emerged from the great hall, face pale, eyes hard with unease. Pain raked through Crystal's body as her bones bent and lengthened. Silver fire burst from her skin, filling the room with more dazzling light. Her vision blurred, then went white * Spirit Realm ...Crystal’s Mind * She stood in a vast field of silver mist The world was silent, timeless. Before her, a wolf stepped from the fog....massive, majestic, fur shining like liquid moonlight, its eyes glowing bright and pale. It stepped close, nostrils flaring as it breathed her in.

My books on his shelves. I picked up the silver bracelet he gave me on our second anniversary. “For my future Luna,” he had whispered. Future. I set the bracelet down carefully. Then I opened the wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase. Lyra stirred anxiously. Are we really leaving? “Yes,” I whispered. Because I refuse to stay where I am only almost chosen. Downstairs, I heard the distant rumble of a car entering the driveway. Rowan was home. For one fragile second, I hesitated.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

The dagger hung suspended between us, a fragile balance between life and impending danger. Before she could gather her bearings, Krimson's voice sliced through the tense silence. "Silver, let her go." Silver's brows deepened. "I can't, Krimson. What are you doing here? How did you even find me?" Krimson's expression remained unreadable, a mask of stoicism that belied the turmoil within. "That's not of primary concern here, Silver. Let her go." But Silver refused to yield. Instead, she unleashed a torrent of wraiths, dark and ethereal, from the depths of her magic. The wraiths swirled around them, their eerie presence suffusing the air with an ominous chill.

she said. Aetos blinked a couple of times. He was confused as he doesn’t understand anything. It was like he was been played and messed up but he can't do anything. "Just what then hell have happened?" he muttered to himself and walked away. One thing about Silver is that, she has the gift of her voice. And only Lupus knows about that. She can make anyone do what she wants as long as they have even a tiny bit of interest, respect, affection and desire for her.

"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something." "We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?" “Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.” “What’s that?” Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes.