Silvercandle Ii Novels & Stories

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.

"Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?" Dr. Riley sighed. “True, wolfsbane doesn't kill, but silver does—at least when left for a longer period in the bloodstream." I took the other tube from his hand and surveyed it. "But there isn't any silver here. How would they have gotten silver?" I questioned. “There is, in that one, if you look closely," he gestured for the tube in Harry's grip, the one that contained the wolfsbane we had seen earlier. Harry raised the tubes against the sun while he squinted. "I do see something in it, but barely."

Temporary perhaps but useful. Before I could answer, another voice entered smoothly. “I was wondering when this conversation would happen.” I turned sharply to the sight of Clara. The Silvermoon Luna approached us gracefully, silver fabric trailing behind her like moonlight over ice. Her expression was calm. Cassius looked mildly amused by her arrival. I stared at her coldly. “What do you want?” Clara’s gaze shifted briefly toward Alicia across the hall, then back to me. “The same thing you do.” I almost laughed.

Two days before the ceremony, Karl returned home. He acted as if Natalie had never appeared, as if our confrontation had been a dream. "Stop looking at your phone and try on the ceremonial pendant," he said, holding out an engraved silver pendant meant to be worn during our mating run. I opened the box, glanced at it briefly, then closed it without removing the necklace. "If it's suitable, take it." Karl frowned at my dismissive attitude. "There's nothing between Natalie and me. Can you stop being so hostile toward a young Omega who's lost everything?"

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

Silver sighed dramatically, taking her time to answer. "Honestly, I can't say that I was. But I'm sure the cops will be happy to listen to the recording of this call if anything ever happened to me, not that you would be silly enough to do anything and lose your shares and stake in the company, but just in case, you know?” “I…what….are you crazy?” Rebecca barked. Silver didn't answer. When the older woman realized she was backed into a corner, she let out a frustrated grunt. "What do you want?” She spat.

I would start with this one, single, perfect moment of peace. I had just set the mug down when the bell chimed again, a more insistent, cheerful jingle this time. A woman came in, shaking water from a bright yellow umbrella that clashed wonderfully with her crimson coat. She moved with a purpose that seemed to bend the space around her, her heels clicking a sharp, decisive rhythm on the tiled floor. Her hair was a sleek, silver bob, and she wore glasses perched on the end of her nose, behind which keen, intelligent eyes scanned the room. They landed on me. For a heartbeat, I felt a jolt, a primal fear that she knew, that she was one of them. But her gaze was just assessing, not recognizing.

I tell him, standing up as he slides a thick stack of cash across the desk. He doesn’t even look up when he says, “Sure.” I pocket the money and head for the door, already thinking about that blonde again. Sky Silver. I don’t even know her name yet, but she’s been haunting my thoughts since I saw her. I can still picture her emerald eyes flashing at me like green fire. There’s something fierce in her that calls to me, and I plan to see just how far I can push it. She’ll know my name soon enough.