Silvercandle Ii Novels & Stories

An heir claiming what had been chosen for him. Elara sat across from him, spine straight, hands folded in her lap, eyes fixed on the table. She wore pale ivory, no veil. Her hair had been braided again, tightly, pulled back to expose the shape of her jaw. She looked like something breakable. Not fragile—but tightly wound, like glass just before the fracture. Xavier could feel the weight of the room pressing on the back of his neck. His father stood behind him. Gregor, his grandfather, was seated in the far corner like a statue. Two uncles lingered near the fireplace. Silent. Watching. Always watching.

“The silver goes with the blue, not the gold. The gold would clash terribly with the centerpieces.” I blinked, unable to believe what I was seeing. Isaac was surrounded by fabric swatches, flower arrangements, and what appeared to be at least three different cake samples. His usually perfect hair was disheveled, like he’d been running his hands through it repeatedly, and he had a smudge of what looked like frosting on his cheek. The event planners hovered around him, looking both confused and mildly amused as he pointed to a color chart. “And we’re going with the Silvermist wildflowers for the table settings,” he continued. “They’re the same flowers that grow in Lady Ravenwood’s mother’s ter

“Well, good thing I’m here. Your birthday is next week, and i'm not letting you spend it stressed and moping. I got you an early present.” She waved her phone excitedly. “Silver Sanctuary — brand new ultra-exclusive spa downtown. The owner is the mysterious CEO type, but the reviews are insane. Also stupidly expensive and super private, but I pulled some strings and booked you the full premium relaxation package for tomorrow evening. Deep tissue, full-body massage session. My treat." Lila blinked, heart skipping. Silver Sanctuary… she’d heard whispers. It was expensive, private, and somehow tied to the entertainment world. “Sophie… that must have cost a fortune. You really didn’t have to—”

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

“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.

I shook my head, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “We will be praying to the Moon Goddess,” I began, slowing shifting my eyes around the circle. “But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.”

"You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?" I dragged my eyes from the sight and turned to him, then replied. "You did say the moon hasn't shined this brightly in a hundred years." He leaned towards me as though sharing a secret, then whispered in my ear. "Maybe the Moon Goddess is also celebrating with you. It's your Turning Feast, after all." I snorted. "Since when has the Moon Goddess ever cared about the affairs of one single person?" My father laughed. "You've always been a feisty one. Good thing you've Turned now. It's high time we found you a man who would be able to tame you. Perhaps Alpha Alexander over there?" He pointed.

"Silver hair, Silver eyes and a mark on her neck." Draven's pulse quickened. The mark. The symbol of the Keepers. Stefan continued. "She knew things she shouldn't have known. About Crestmoon. About BloodFall. About Philipa." Now Draven was fully alert. "What did she say about Philipa?" Stefan looked directly at him, his expression was deadly serious. "She called Philipa..." A pause, then—"The Child of the Silver Moon." The words hit Draven like a physical blow, because he had seen nearly the same phrase inside the damaged BloodFall archives.

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”

" clyde said and Ella glared at him. " Let's go and Lower your voice can you?" Ella said as they walk to class. " Where's Lilith?" Ella said upon reaching the class. " In her class of course, where else." Clyde said. "Oh okay." << Somewhere in the school>> silver can be seen sitting down on a chair with a can of beer in his hand before a girl walked up to him. "Hey." It's was Bella. "Tell me what you wanted to see me for and get out." silver said.