Silvertongue Novelas e Histórias

Tomorrow night, I would leave Sicelia. After finishing my last shift and collecting my pay, I walked out of the restaurant. A familiar black Lamborghini was parked at the entrance to the plaza. Before I could step closer, fireworks suddenly lit up the sky over downtown Palemore. Then, countless drones formed words in the night sky. [SALVATORE LOVES IRENE FOREVER!]

“I’m not who you thought I was.” A long pause. “Who are you?” he asked quietly. I held his gaze steadily. “Isla Hale. Daughter of Alpha Magnus Hale of the Crescent Moon Pack.” Recognition dawned slowly. The Crescent Moon Pack was ancient. Strategic. Powerful. “You hid that from me.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I wanted someone to love me without my title.” The words were honest. Bare. “And now?” he asked. “Now I know what I was loved for.” His jaw tightened.

I let it be the size it was. It was considerable. It was right. He looked at me. His eyes had the gold in them. Not the brief crack of gold from the ceremony hall—the gold that had been losing ground to silver from the moment he stepped forward, the gold that had been retreating before he even spoke. This was the full version. Gold all the way through, warm and settled, his wolf no longer fighting for something it had been trying to reach for eight months. His wolf had arrived. "There it is," I said.

Jillian whispered, the words carrying a solemn, beautiful finality over the roar of the waves. Jillian leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Clara’s lips. The kiss was quiet, grounded, and entirely unburdened by the shadows of the city. It held the warmth of the cottage, the sting of the winter wind, and the absolute security of a future they had fiercely claimed on equal ground.

He whispered and turned around, he left the altar and made his way back to his parents. You know pup that was not the right way to treat her. Silver's voice rang through his mind. Silasʼ clicked his tongue and disabled the mental communication he had with Silver, it was because of him that he did that. He touched his lips, the sensation of her lips still lingering on his, her strawberry taste overloading his taste buds. Silas wanted to gag himself, to remove the taste from his tongue and lips.

Or else, nobody would've bought the golden tongue. The auctioneer was relieved as well and started with the next auction item. "Mr. Henderson, is there something special about this golden tongue?" Gerald asked in a soft voice. As Ginger held Snowy in her arms, she perked her ears to listen. With a smile, Woody answered, "Don't you find the negative energy from this golden tongue familiar, Mr. Whitlock?" "It is a little familiar, but the negative energy is too strong." Although Gerald had noticed it, he didn't give it much thought.

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

Kinsley however has always kept to himself and not once tried to submit his own list. "You may not be able to mindlink me, but now you can call." Kelvin wiped the tears that are now freely rolling down the younger boy's cheeks. It's the thing Kinsley hated about himself. His uniqueness. He can't communicate with any of his pack members through their pack link. He had taken his wolf form when he was twelve, but still, he couldn't talk to anyone through the secret line called the pack link. "Thank you,” he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly.

Angela froze in mid-sentence as something clicked. Silas slowly shifted closer, then raised his paw. Angela hesitated, but followed his gaze. With a trembling paw of her own, she turned hers over. There, glowing bright silver with baby blue undertones, was her true fated mark, shimmered beside Silas’. Angela began to sob, releasing a heart-wrenching scream of devastating loss.

Abigail said with a big smile on her face. "Oh really? I guess that's the work of Mr Silver. He also told me not to go to work today. Anyway. I needed it. My body was aching all over." Ava said, and a sigh escaped her lips. "Oh. Is it about what Andrew forced you to drink last night? You seem restless though." "Yes. It's an aphrodisiac. I ended up sleeping with Mr. Silver once again." Ava lowered her voice when she said this. She didn't want anybody to overhear her.