Novelas y relatos de Silvertongue

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

A low moan vibrated in my throat, swallowed by his kiss. He made a sound against my lips—a rough, hungry growl. He walked me backward, his body pressing me against the cold wall next to the window. The impact knocked another gasp from me. He used it, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting me, claiming that too. He tasted like mint and cold resolve, a flavor that was uniquely, devastatingly Silas.

I whispered, my voice cracked and raw. Behind him, the rest of the Silver Moon Pack emerged from the mist. They looked battered, their coats matted with the "Grey Static" of the Corporate Floor, but they were breathing. They were solid. They were **Home**. "Elara?" I turned to see Silas. He was leaning against a jagged rock, his black t-shirt torn, his skin covered in the soot of the "Distribution Hub." He didn't have his obsidian blades out. He just looked at his hands, watching the violet sparks fade into the natural tan of his skin.

My smile widened as I tilted it in my hand, studying it with interest. “I like it. We don’t have this at the Goldenstorm pack. The taste… it’s pretty unique,” I murmured, tilting the bottle upside down to catch the last few drops on my lips. When I did, I ran my tongue slowly over my bottom lip, humming in satisfaction as my eyes fluttered shut. Just when the silence threatened to stretch endlessly, Silas finally spoke. His voice cut through the air, cold, emotionless, yet edged with something sharper. “What did you just say, Verya?” he asked, his tone low, dangerous. “Repeat yourself.”

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."

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

Good thing that I studied tagalog language, my accent will do. “For all of our Filipino audiences here, this song is dedicated to you.” I smiled sweetly as the crowd went wild once again. (This song "Sila" is translated from Filipino to English) He also lost his appetite for a long time Watching the passerby He was always stubborn Eager to feel something 'You are not new in sight You are secretly in my tender embrace In every hiding The expression of emotion is uncontrollable There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you

Some of the words written there are farm, shipment, high-quality goods, and customer. Mr. Rayven clenched his fist when he realized that it was the same words he used before Raia went into his room that time. He knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Mr. A at that time. And he's not mistaken. It was Raia. But he doesn't need to worry about that right now. He used a special scent that was usually used for their ritual. It was called Tonique de Meilleure. It came from France years ago and was used to disrupt someone's memory. Using this potion is not that great since there might be a chance that something might trigger their memory to recover.

Silver had an apologetic expression on its face as it made its way to the other 11 beasts that stood beneath the tree. Hildegarde had mentioned before that it was remarkable for a beast that was cut off from the outside world to understand human speech so well. Mane had wondered about that, and he was sure that Lily who was just as bright and curious as he, had similar questions. Yet none of them could had the answers and had just let them be. Since Silver couldn’t talk they just let it slide. But now they knew why. Silver was a trickster. It was likely that it had led many humans to this very place, and over time it had picked up the human language. Why were Mane and Lily so certain of thei