Silver X Whisper Novels & Stories

“And the silhouette?” Silver’s fingers tightened against her sleeves. “I started seeing her after the voices became consistent,” she said. “Out of the corner of my eye. Never directly. Just a shape where there shouldn’t be one. Standing where shadows didn’t fall right.” Arthur’s voice was low. “In your dreams?” “And awake,” Silver said. “Mostly awake.” That earned a flicker of something dark across his expression. “She never crossed into my space,” Silver added quickly. “Never touched me. It was like she was observing from a distance. Waiting for me to notice her properly.”

I looked down. White. Not almost white. Not grey—the light was flattering. White, with silver at the tips of each strand of fur where the moonlight caught it, a coat that looked like it had been made to be seen exactly like this, at night, at the edge of still water. Large. My shoulders were level with the top of the reeds at the bank. My eyes in the reflection were storm-grey, the same eyes I had always had, but lit from somewhere inside in a way I did not have words for.

Edwin asked, after hearing me repeat it for minutes. I nodded. “Your Silver will have more information about this wolf. What ever made her release him, she’d tell me!” The carriage slowed down, alerting me that we were at Silver Pack. I jumped down, assuming a more dominant stance. I looked up the stairs and saw Your Silver glaring down at me. She was in a white dress, quite pure and feminine for her. Edwin came down the carriage as well, looking around. “Her place is really nice but could have loads of hideouts.”

"Alright, sir. I'll escalate your request to our higher-ups. However, the restoration process will depend on their final decision." Samuel nearly dropped the phone in relief, flooding Sally on the other end with his thanks. Then came the agonizing wait. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was able to see the hidden information in the Silhouette account.

My alpha presence crackled dangerously around us, making the lights in the treatment room flicker. "Enough," I stated flatly. "Don't even think about forcing her into the omega facilities." Whitney shifted her predatory gaze from Aria to me, her beta presence bristling with indignation. "Alpha Silverstone," she said, her voice rising with each word, "she made me drink silver water! She nearly drowned me!" She gestured wildly toward her throat where faint silver burns were still visible. "And you're defending this omega?!" she demanded, disbelief coloring her tone.

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.