Silverback The Order Novels & Stories

They weren't brown like Kaelen’s; they flashed a brilliant, royal silver. Kaelen fell back against the conference table, his heart hammering against his ribs. "The Silver Bloodline..." he whispered. "They aren't just Alphas. They’re... Sentinels". "They are my heirs, Kaelen," Sierra said, standing up and walking around the desk. She placed a protective hand on her son's shoulder. "And they are the reason I am going to buy your pack out from under you. You aren't fit to lead them, and you certainly aren't fit to be their father".

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

Sandra Ashbourne POV “He is not giving you silver coins right this second, but his claws will give it later,” old Gideon Blackmoor says, his voice sounding super dark and mean. “And your brain will understand the resource deals perfectly when his mouth gets you to talk about the pack terms and lets your eyes see young Malek Thorncrest.” My mind is left utterly baffled by his strange words. Then my confusion gets even deeper because the old alpha suddenly pulls out a giant sack of rare silver pieces and places it right on the table before my dress.

She needs a shield that is older than their politics. I close my eyes, reaching into the deep, psychic architecture of our bond, the link forged in the blood-oath of the courtyard. I don’t whisper; I project, the power surging through my veins like molten lead. “I, Daryl Silverfang, son of the High Alpha, designate Aichonne Blackwood as the official Keeper of Moon Relics.”

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Rex screamed, and blood instantly stained his chest. The burn of silver prevented the wound from healing. "Awooo—" Suddenly, howls erupted from all around as a hundred Silvermane warriors surrounded them. The "guards" behind me also revealed their sharp, silver claws. Our hidden elite warriors tore off their disguises, unleashed their wolves, and charged. "You..." Rex's wolf eyes widened in disbelief. "Surprised?" I sneered, pulling out the dagger. "The Silvermane Pack's wedding gift is the utter annihilation of you rogues!"

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

For the past two days, she had been crying her eyes out, and the one time her best friend had convinced her to wipe her tears off, the cause of her pain was in front of her, throwing orders. “Can we talk?” Despite his effort to make it sound like a plea, it came off like an order. “’Can we talk?’ Are you asking that? Mr. Silver, you made it clear that you never want the both of us to ever talk again, so please do me the favor and leave before I call the cops on you.” She eyed him and let out a long hiss. It surprised her where her courage came from. She had never been this bold to Mr. Silver, but now, she was really in no mood to take any of his bullshit. Enough of him playing with her heart

Each carried weapons glowing with pale silver light. Not wolves. Not shadows. Humans. The moment the first Moon-born saw them, her face drained of color. “No…” Kael stepped protectively in front of Lira instantly. “Who are they?” The answer came in a whisper. “The Lunar Order.” The armored figures spread across the battlefield in perfect formation. Disciplined. Deadly. Ancient. One stepped forward slowly. A tall man with silver hair and cold gray eyes. The moment his gaze landed on Lira, hatred flashed openly across his face.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w