Silverhawk Warriors Novels & Stories

I said, pointing to the tower. “Why don’t you and Octavia, along with Sky and a few warriors, go that way, then I and a few warriors go the other way, and the remaining warriors stay out of hiding until we need them? We can’t all just go all at once,” Silver said. And I agree with him. “Okay, we take five warriors each, and Sky will go with you,” she said. He wanted to argue. “He should go with you; you will need him. We are already two,” I told him while Octavia picked the warriors.

She looked at the warriors and said, "He fell without me needing to draw my scimitars." So, that's what it called. "How much more if I did?" She sheathed her scimitars again and instructed Kevin to shift back. Once they were all back in line, she stood in front of them with authority. "Remember, Silver rogues aren't ordinary Rogues or packs. They use silver, which is the most vital cause of werewolves' deaths. You need to be smart when battling against them." "And the next time you question my training, think twice if you can beat me first."

The red moon was still hanging above the battlefield when the silence between Clay and me began to stretch into something brittle. The warriors of Silvercrest had not moved. They remained where Clay had ordered them to stand, forming a loose circle around us. Their faces were lit by torchlight and moonlight both, and I could feel their eyes watching every movement we made. Once, those same warriors had looked at me with loyalty. Now they watched with uncertainty. Some looked confused. Some looked angry. Some looked afraid.

“No –” “Anyone else think this too?” Silver looked over at the far corner of the room, where about ten members of The Howling Highwaymen MC were standing. The Road Devils had always been on good terms with those guys, but if they were running down his President, Silver was ready to call them out on it and he’d do it here and now, to hell with being outnumbered. “People talking about Wolf losing his edge?”

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

I leaned close enough for only him to hear. “Blood Moon doesn’t fall.” I said to him, pulling the blade free. He hit the ground and didn’t rise. Around us, Silver Creek’s formation was collapsing. Garrett was retreating under Lucien’s relentless assault. Their wolves were breaking in confusion. Finn’s voice cut through the din: “Hold the line! Drive them out!” And the warriors obeyed. Within minutes, Silver Creek was in full retreat, dragging their wounded, and abandoning their fallen warriors. As the last of them vanished into the treeline, I swayed slightly. Rachel caught my arm before I could fall.

The silver lines had reached her jaw now, delicate patterns that looked almost decorative until you saw them pulse with power. Five and a half weeks until the blood moon. Five and a half weeks to free hundreds of enslaved wolves. Five and a half weeks to destroy a trafficking network decades in the making. The real war hadn't even started yet, and already the cost was higher than any of them had imagined. But now they knew what they were fighting for. Not just survival, but liberation. And Wendy would burn herself to silver ash before she let those children - now adults - remain slaves for one more day past the blood moon.

Like a sentence that trailed off before it could mean anything. She worked through the afternoon. Filling, carrying, arranging. The kind of labor that made her invisible and useful at the same time, which was the only combination Silver Ridge seemed to want from her. She overheard conversations about the ceremony, excitement about which unbonded pack members would find their mates tonight, speculation about who among the young warriors had felt the stirring of a bond forming and she let the words wash over her without snagging on them. She had stopped letting herself want things from the mating ceremony two years ago. Wanting things in public was just another form of exposure.

She pulled him away from Marcus who was now bleeding. Esteban struggled as he turned to Hera. He threw her into a tree with his quick movements to get rid of her, and as Hera's body hit the tree, she cried out in pain. After Esteban had recovered from Hera's assault on him, he growled at her and moved slowly toward her, but Marcus caught him and snatched him before he could get up to her. The roar of wolves in combat resounded all around. Hera was concerned someone might overhear and notice them. She then realized that she had a silver dagger concealed in her pants pocket which she stole from Callie's house, in the basement where Simeon's weapons were hidden.

Painful howls could be heard all over as the warriors doubled over whimpering and trying to get away from the wolfbane. Those who went past the area barrelled into the wires on the border trying to get to Jake and his warriors but the silver burned them that was on the wires. They did not think it was real silver when they saw it as they know that silver is poison to wolves and they would not have it in their territories but they were wrong. “Pull them back!” ordered Shane anxious just standing there watching his warriors going down like that. “No! we move forward. Now we know what defenses they have in place and we can avoid them. Tell the warriors.” London ordered; the anger he was feeling