Silver X Whisper Mga Nobela at Kwento

The ground literally shook beneath her, her eyes burning like embers. "Do it..." I whispered down the bond, gently caressing her soul to let her know that it will be fine. Everything will be fine. Silver turned her purple eyes to us for a brief second, and my heart broke to see the tears that glistened, the pain reflected in them that seeped into my soul. "Go...destroy him, love," I said. “Make him pay…” And that was all she needed. Silver’s howl tore through the battlefield, silencing every other sound. Wolves and hybrids alike froze, their attention snapping toward her. Even Killian faltered for a heartbeat, his massive form stiffening as if the sound alone had struck him.

female—a silver prize with the mark of the Priestess. Three shadows emerge from the brush on the far side of the clearing. They are ragged, scarred wolves with eyes the color of stagnant water. Silas leads them, his muzzle grey with age and malice. He doesn't see me in the shadows; he only sees the silver wolf standing over a fresh kill. “A stray,” Silas’s psychic rasp echoes through the clearing, oily and invasive. “A beautiful, unranked stray with a feast to share. Move aside, little moon, and maybe we’ll let you keep a bone.”

I looked up at Elaina in confusion. “Silver?” I asked. Werewolves struggled with silver. We could manage light touch for short time but it was uncomfortable and would leave a painful burn if we had too much contact. It was said that it suppressed the wolf's side of you. Basically make you human. Not that I would know. I had never even thought to touch it. Elaina glanced at Jeremy before shaking her head. “No dear, it’s white gold,” she said, and I shrugged and then smiled. “Thank you Elaina, it’s beautiful,” I said.

I snapped my head at my window, there and then I saw a giant owl that was making heavy fluttering sounds from it's feathers. Yesterday evening, I had taken my binds off, while studying and had forgotten to put them back. This owl which was a big as my house, was whistling instead of hooting, something which was totally a different sound vocalization. It's eyes were growing bigger and bigger, as it continued whistling. And this started making me go deaf gradually, with my eyes creasing right into their sockets, spinning my world and making everything go blurry. I was suddenly rendered weak, and felt a huge itchy lump stuck in my throat.

She's not as weak as I thought, she's my mate and I couldn't see it all this while, I kept on rejecting her and fighting with her, I am a fool__ a very huge one. “I second that!!” I heard the snug voice of my wolf. I should have noticed it when my wolf reached out to me in the tent, I should have known she was the one that called him out. “Of course, she called me out, I and Silver has been communicating but you refuse to accept her!!” He replied. “Who is Silver?” I asked. “Silver is Sylvia’s wolf idiot, she's the one you always see in your dreams!!”He replied.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I scream some more, but a cloth is fitted in my mouth, and the taste of it makes me gag. I don’t allow despair to touch my heart. I still have one option left, and that’s to shift. I close my eyes and brace myself for the swift change to happen, but something searing hot touches the inside of my wrist and makes me scream. Silver. I know it before I even see it.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

I asked, still a little foggy on the details. "Well, the symptoms are consistent with Whisperbloom, but the main piece of evidence is how you reacted when you went through my garden tonight." "What? Why?" That made no sense. "Do you remember entering the garden?" she asked. "Yes," I said slowly. "And as soon as you walked in, you felt weak, right?" "Yes," I said, surprised by her knowledge. "That's because I have Silkgaze in my garden," she said in answer. "Silkgaze is one of the main ingredients to the Whisperbloom antidote, but without the other ingredients it has a terrible side effect.