Silverfang Opm Novels & Stories

Her body continued its descent, taking him into her hot sheath, clenching tightly around him, pushing him deeper until he was inside her to the hilt. For a moment he couldn’t move for fear he’d spill instantly. She seemed to understand and remained completely still. Samson turned his head to his nightstand. A ceremonial dagger glinted in the dim candlelight as he took it in his hand. Isabella's eyes followed his movements. He led the blade to his shoulder and pressed it down where his neck and his shoulder met. Drawing the dagger forward, he cut through his skin. He felt the trickle of blood instantly and set the dagger aside.

Ryu opened the door to the studio for Yuka to come in first. "Thanks." Said Yuka shyly as she goes in. " Yuka!" Nato greeted as he walked toward Yuka and hugged her. "Guys, this is my cousin Yuka. Yuka these are my bandmates and friends Tomo and Ishi." Nato said. "Hi, Yuka!" Said Tomo. "Nice to meet you," Ishi said smiling from across the room where they were seating.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

"Clear the courtyard before the cliff gives way!" ​The Silver Fang vanguard, usually an immovable wall of disciplined steel, wavered in chaotic confusion. Their polished silver armor glistened under the torrential downpour, reflecting the violent, violet tempest that poured upward from the fracture in blinding geysers. The vanguard captains looked up at Elder William perched atop the gatehouse, their grip on their star-iron spears loosening in visible, mounting doubt.

They were traitors. Beside me, my incredibly sexy mate, Avril, moved gracefully, her chainmail blending with the shadows. The metal was shimmering with ethereal hues of blue and silver when light filtering through the canopy hit it. She said it was made from Phaikón Árgyron, which translated to Faerie Silver. A particular type of silver found only in the Fae Realm, magically manipulated into a flexible yet resilient form of armour. It was infused by silversmiths with Fae magic, offering both physical and magical protection.

Claire groaned as she held tight to both the metal staff and Mal, unable to let either go. Mal’s smile vanished as something yanked him backwards. Claire held tight as she could, but something pulled Mal back into the hole. Mal shook his shoulders and screamed in pain as the silver dagger he had earlier pierced his side, right below his ribs. Sloane appeared and used the dagger to hoist himself up further, a sadistic grin across his face. “If I die, then you and I will die together, Malachy.” Claire only reacted. She pulled her metal staff from its mooring and threw it with everything she had right at Sloane’s head. The end pierced his forehead and froze that grin on his face. His arms slowl

Ruby P.O.V. The eastern meadow of Silver Dawn isn’t much to look at by daylight, just bleached grass and an old stone that remembers winters. At the edge of evening, though, it starts to come to life. Freya’s people chalk out a geometry that doesn’t care about pretty things. Silver filings sift into furrows, braided with salt and ash. Oloron walks the lines with a satchel of crystals that knock softly together like patient bells and Tara’s shadows gather at the tree line in a quiet crowd, curious and ready.

The glass figurines vibrating on the table let me know that it wasn't all in my head. I gulped. I didn't know that Ophelia was gifted with powers too. While Whitefang where I come from had powers over water, Silver Dawn's power was tied to the earth and they possessed a mastery of anything connected with the earth from manipulating it to building things to reading stars and controlling nature. And if Ophelia was scary before, she just got ten times worse. She was beautiful, seductive, possessed the power to shift and was also blessed with powers. She was...perfect.

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.