Silverback The Order Novels & Stories

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

I said, and I turned my horse around to look at the large, tarp-covered wagons that were parked at the very back of our formation. I signaled for the drivers to pull the wagons forward, and as the heavy wheels groaned against the rocky path, a group of men wearing white and silver armor stepped out from the shadows of the trees. They weren't wolves, and they didn't have the scent of any shifter I had ever met, because they were members of the Silver Order, the fanatical vampire hunters who spent their lives tracking down monsters like the Huntress. They looked out of place in a wolf war, but they had the technology I needed to deal with a hybrid, and I had paid them a small fortune in gold a

He intercepted them with savage fury, ripping through heavy armor like paper, his golden eyes burning like twin suns in the pitch blackness. “Bring down the nets!” Councilman Vance’s voice shrieked from the safety of the high dais. “Activate the Silver Grid! Do not let the abomination escape!” A sharp, metallic mechanical hiss echoed through the vaulted ceiling. Suddenly, massive, weighted iron nets woven with heavy silver wire dropped from the rafters.

" He looked at us. The red in his eyes didn't fade, but it stopped looking scary. It just looked... powerful. "We're going to rebuild," Mathias said. "But not like before. No more hiding. No more asking for permission." He walked to the desk and picked up the Kyanite Heart. "We are the Silverfang Pack," he said. "And from now on... we bite back." We stood there, the three of us. A Hybrid King, a Warrior Prince, and the Human Queen who held the leash. The sun was fully up now, burning away the mist. The world outside was broken, covered in ash and ruin. But inside this room? Inside this room, we were unbreakable.

The rogue looked exhausted now like whatever strength brought him here was fading quickly. Still…his eyes sharpened when he looked at me again. “You truly don’t know,” he continued. I remained expressionless. “Know what?” The rogue swallowed slowly. “The Silver Wolf.” “Speak carefully,” I warned. The rogue nodded once. “There are stories older than kingdoms,” he said hoarsely. “Stories rogue packs pass down when royal bloodlines try to erase them.” I said nothing. The rogue continued. “They speak of a wolf touched by silver moonlight. Neither fully Lycan nor fully werewolf.”

he said quietly, "I heard about your father, I'm sorry." "How did you hear?" Kade demanded. "The Council isn't exactly being quiet, they're broadcasting it, making sure everyone knows." Thorne's attention shifted to Kade, "they want all the packs to see what happens to those who harbor Silver Bloods." "Why are you here?" I asked. "To help." Thorne reached into his jacket and pulled out a rolled document, "I have something you need." Marcus stepped forward and took it, unrolling it carefully on the table.

I grabbed the book and we moved just as a blast of dark energy tore through the chamber wall like paper Figures stepped through cloaked in ash and silver Not Hollowborn Not wolves Something else entirely Their leader’s voice rang through the smoke “Elixir daughter of ruin child of the bondbreaker you have sealed what you should have unleashed” I stepped forward book clutched to my chest fire still crackling under my skin “Who are you” He pulled back his hood revealing eyes of pure white and a face covered in sigils that pulsed like veins “We are the Order of the Unmade” Lucian growled “Never heard of you”

Casie said quietly, "I need to understand the rules of engagement here. What exactly is at stake in this session?" Thorne's expression softened marginally. "Everything, Detective Blackwood. The Order's reemergence threatens the fragile balance that your bond helped to fix only days ago, and the Order is immobilising all of their agent just like Sparrow Jack, they're known as Bin Chicken and Kingfisher. Sadly, these titles, it seems, are just ranks within the Order, not an exact name for an individual. However, going on these names so far, it means that they name their ranks after birds.”

Recognizes me. "Tom Cracksman. Magnus's debt-holder ally." "I need your warriors. For magical counterwork. Not combat." "Explain quickly. We're busy." Silver-hair beheads a vampire without looking. "Hermetic Order is building mass capture spell. Underneath battlefield. Will trap everyone when complete. I need fae help to break it before activation." "How many?" "All thirty. This spell is massive. Ten human mages collaborated. Need overwhelming counter-force." Silver-hair considers. Three seconds. Decides.

Ariana’s POV “We finally found the last Moonborn heir.” The silver-haired woman’s voice sounded across the battlefield like a curse. Everything around me suddenly felt colder. The war between the packs and the shadow beasts slowed for a moment as everyone turned toward the strange warriors dressed in black armor covered with glowing silver runes. The Eclipse Order. Even the name sounded dangerous. Vaelthar stepped in front of me immediately, its massive body blocking their path. Golden smoke curled from its jaws while ancient runes glowed brighter across its dark skin.