Silver X Whisper Novels & Stories

Join us Prince Vladimir, then all Immortals Packs can stand together. The Prince sneered and his eyes glowed like droplets of blood, ‘Come to me Silver Wolf’ Katya tried to look away and break the contact but she was drawn into those evil glittering eyes. Fighting back she opened her silver eyes wider pushing back his power but he mind-linked her, ‘Come to me or I’ll lock you in Blaise forever’

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

It felt like bleeding out through a smile. The mezzanine buckled under his boots. He turned, already mapping exits, already calculating how to turn chaos into proof. Down on the floor, wolves hit men, men hit back, and the witch’s voice tore the air: a shape of a word that made metal groan and guns forget they were tools. Then the white flash—sound inverted, heat reversed—blew him backward into the stair rail. For half a heartbeat the world went silent, and in that silence he heard her—Silver—suck breath as if surfacing from a long dive. When the sound rushed back in, she was gone.

It radiated cold like a living thing, the silver singing with harmonics that bypassed the ears and went straight to the nervous system. Along the blade's edge, microscopic runes spelled out words in the old tongue: Truth. Pain. Revelation. "It will burn," Velis said conversationally, testing the blade's edge against his own thumb. A drop of his blood welled up, dark as old wine and somehow thicker than human blood should be. "Silver has that effect on certain bloodlines. The runes will drink deep, recording every secret your blood whispers, every lie your flesh has been taught to tell." His smile deepened, revealing the full length of those predatory canines. "And I'll savor every moment of

Even his chest which was peeking behind the half-buttoned shirt was so sensual. She swallowed, forgetting all about her unhappiness, and came to a conclusion, Zak was not in this man’s league at all when it came to figure. “Steve,” She said his name, her voice barely coming out as a whisper and the man who was leaning against the payment counter turned to her.

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”

I turned the word over in my mind. “A what?” I’d never heard of that word before. “A Silvery,” she repeated. “It’s a special silver weapon made by witches. They designed it to deal specifically with shifters. It’s full of dark magic and witchcraft.” “Witches?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Yes,” Dagny nodded. “It’s not a common weapon, but it’s highly effective. Witches use SIlverys themselves to defend against shifters, like werewolves. But they’ll sell Silverys, too, for the right price.”

Jack uses his Alpha voice with her. "I am Sienna Mendetta, but everyone calls me Silver." Silver introduces herself. Sienna? I never knew that was her real name. I knew Silver was just a nickname, I never asked what her real name is. "Why does everyone call you Silver, Sienna?" He questions her more. "My hair. It's a birth defect in my family, all girls are born with silver hair." Jack nods. I walk over to Silver, "It was amazing seeing you again. I'll visit you soon." I state. "I bet you will." Silver laughs. I smile at her and mouth 'thank you'. She mouthes 'you're welcome' back.

Red, silver, black, and red sparks flew through the trees. The thing hissed, "You... Moonbound... stupid!" "No one can mix love and power... choose or lose everything!" When I yelled, my Silver Heart was full of strength, love, and power. "I AM THE SILVER HEART!""AND I PICK BOTH!" The Silver Heart, the True End, and the ties I had made were all echoed in the pieces of the Eclipse Wraith as my heart beat. Sparks of hot energy hit shadows and made them twist wildly before they began to work together. The Wraith's attack started to weaken slowly.

It hovered just outside them, silver closed her eyes. Her spine straightened instinctively, every defensive instinct rising in silent resistance. She knew how this worked. A voice finally emerged. Silver. Her breath caught violently. The sound of her name did not echo. It did not carry tone or texture the way memory did. It simply appeared, fully formed, inside her awareness like something gently set on a table. Her hands curled into fists. “No,” she whispered aloud. The word trembled, and silence followed, and then again, softer. Silver. It felt closer and closer.