Silverback The Order Novels & Stories

A hairline fracture spiderwebbed across the pane. "You can't run from the audit, Ethan." The double started toward us. His skin began to ripple. Not a shift. A transformation. Liquid silver flowed under his flesh, hardening into plates of organic armor. His fingers elongated into needles. "Caleb, jump!" I yelled. "With the kid? It’s ninety stories!" "The trees!" I pointed at the silver oaks growing from the streets below. "Aim for the branches! The hybrids will catch you!" "And you?"

The air vibrated with power so ancient it felt older than the world itself. And then, he saw them. Figures cloaked in silver light, their faces indistinct, their eyes burning with knowledge and sorrow. Voices overlapped, weaving into a chant that was both prayer and curse. He couldn’t make out the words at first, only fragments, whispers slipping into his bones. “Blood of fire… born of betrayal…” “The Sundering… a wound unhealed…” Kaelen staggered forward, desperate to understand. “What do you mean? Who am I?!”

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

“If the Order and the Dominion are working together, our packs won’t stand a chance divided.” Rayka inhaled deeply, her determination sharpening. “Then we have no choice,” she said. “We need to understand this alliance. Who they are, what they want, and how they plan to use this partnership against us.” Their first step was to delve into the movements of the Silverclaw Order. Using the decoded messages Alaric had risked his life to retrieve, Rayka and Sylvester began piecing together a timeline of the Order’s recent activities. One location stood out among the coded missives: an abandoned trading post near the southern borderlands.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

I reached out to the element of earth, and nature summoned the branches from the trees around to attack every one of them. One by one they cut and tear into the shin of the rogues, leaving most of them screaming out in agony. Those that fought back had it worse than the rest because the more they cut the branches with their swords, the more the branches came at them full force. Some that thought they had the chance of escaping and tried to escape were held down by the soil beneath them. While all these happened, I watched as the expression on Lady Anya's face changed from bad to worse. She never expected this to happen.

He was keeping secrets, and in their world, secrets were often more lethal than bullets. The moment Travis settled into his car, his phone buzzed. It was Storm. “I’m on my way,” Travis growled into the receiver, his voice dropping into the low, dangerous register of an Alpha. “Everyone is here. We’re just waiting for you, Alpha.” Travis tore away from the estate, his mind shifting from the man who wanted to comfort Aubrey to the leader who needed to protect her. He headed toward the heart of the city where the Argentum Order, the elite tactical arm of the Silverstone Pack, held its headquarters. To the human eye, the mansion was a colonial ruin. To the supernatural world, it was the den of t

Did this mean Cain's senior was about to return to the world because of Gabriel's death? Cain's eyes turned vicious once more after he hung up. "Pass down my order. Recall all my disciples. Summon the three thousand men of the Obsidian Order. They are to return at once and follow me to Silverton to retrieve my son's body!" Everyone nearly passed out. Across the 14 cities of Silverton State, aside from Silverton itself, all territories were effectively ruled by Cain's disciples. And the 3,000 men of the Obsidian Order were the ultimate trump card of his lineage.

“I didn’t think of it this way, but you aren’t wrong. Stealth training with Milkya has also been very helpful in improving my techniques. Holy gods from above, I never scrubbed so much blood off my skin as I’ve done for the past 2 weeks.” Meanwhile, in Argentina, Andrew tried again to reach out to Coralis and Alejandro, but couldn’t get a connection. He saw their statements in the press and their names were still on most lists, so he knew they were still alive and figured they were probably laying low and in hiding. He considered contacting people he knew were close to them, but he didn’t want to be asked questions he didn’t want to answer. Over the past 2 weeks, along with his associates, h