Silvercandle Ii Novels & Stories

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

* Regina * A few weeks later, there was a huge celebration in our pack. The Wild Pack had never seen a gathering like this. It started from the ridge to the riverbend, banners woven with silver thread and emerald dye swayed between the ancient trees. Flowers bloomed where none had grown the night before, wild magic answering joy. Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness.

~ZEPHYR~ A frown formed on my face as Silver insisted for the umpteenth time that he would escort us back to the pack despite my repeated orders to leave with his mate. “I am your beta. I am supposed to protect you!” He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently. “They could be around us, looking for a way to attack you again.” “That is exactly why you must leave first,” I gritted my teeth, explaining again. I understood Silver wanted to protect me, but it would be a disaster if the black scroll fell into the wrong hands. “We are leaving first to serve as a distraction.”

Megan nodded and said, "Nitric acid reacts with silver and forms a white salt." More white freckles appeared across all the candle fragments. Megan remarked, "All the candles have silver," and her smile started to fade. "So when each of them burns…" "Silver goes into the air," I finished off. "Who would do such a thing?" My hand covered Megan's and squeezed it gently as Megan said, "Did my parents die because of this? They prayed here every day and before every battle." Her eyes were turning red, tears were forming in them.

The thought of the river of fire made her shudder. At least this time, she was determined not to make any more stupid mistakes. Cecilia thought to herself, 'Where could I start from?' "Miss, your schedule for today is tea party at Miss Silver's residence." "Miss Silver? Oh, I know her." In her memory Miss Silver is Aileen Herrace Silver. The eldest daughter of Count Silver who is also a candidate for the crown princess. Her relationship with Cecilia is not good. However, it would be rude to cancel an invitation suddenly.

Kaelen drifted in darkness. Not the quiet, restful dark of sleep, but the suffocating kind—the kind that pressed on his chest and filled his lungs with smoke. Whispers coiled around him. Voices too many to count, speaking in tongues both familiar and foreign. He caught fragments like shards of glass: “He is the spark…” “…as it was before…” “…burn or bind…” He tried to reach for Elira, but her hand was gone. He was alone.

My grandfather called out, making me refocus my glare to the man who'd been suspiciously quiet for the past twenty minutes now—almost as if he was on the edge for making something go wrong. Or maybe perhaps he was now at the round table in the DaSilvers Mansion with his wife. “Ah, yes, Don Silver.” Salvatore finally responded, plastering a smile as he turned to scan the faces around, swallowing when he met my icy gaze. “About the wedding…we agree to your terms. All preparations have already been handed over to your organisers. The Morettis will just tighten the security with ours and invite my investors to make the connections bigger between our families.”

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

he paused and change the slide projected on the screen. "One is your skill and the second is your developed ability." Developed Ability. That is the result of Silver. It's an experimental substance administered to us every other day during our experiment subject. Silver helps our brain to push it's limits to develop some sort of brain abilities such as telepathy and stuff. Other trainees here have already developed theirs, like me.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.