Spinning Silver Naomi Novik Novels & Stories

She swipes at my face, swiping her claws down my snout. Suddenly, I hear the sound of the door slamming against the wall and then Diego and Brandon are holding Naomi’s hands down. “Stop fighting us!” Zak says into her face, his alpha tone in full force and Naomi falls limp beneath me. Zak places the cuffs on her wrists and adds some to her ankles as well and the smell of burning flesh fills the air as the silver makes contact with Naomi’s skin. She instantly shifts back into her human form at the touch of the silver to her skin. Zak attaches the cuffs to a link in the wall and turns to me.

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

"I heard things before the wedding. When I was still meeting with the lawyers. A business partner tried to take something from him three years ago. By the time Damien finished, the man had no company, no money, no reputation, no family. Nothing. Damien Cross doesn't react — he plans. He waits. And he doesn't stop until there is nothing left." I stood very still at the window. The water moved below the cliff. "Get out tonight," Lyra said. "Take the burner phone and go and I will fix the rest from my end. I promise I will fix this, Nova." I stood there and felt the full weight of what she was saying. Felt it properly, for the first time, without the daily business of surviving this house to hi

I'll never accept her as my family! A chill ran through my body. Before I could respond, Xavier lost his patience and landed a solid punch on Shawn's face. The blow sent Shawn staggering back several steps, dragging Rosie with him. "What's your problem, Xavier!" Shawn roared. Xavier responded by taking my hand, his warm touch melting some of the cold in my heart. I smiled coldly at Shawn. "I'll never forgive you either—any of you." How desperate must I have been to end my life in the novel? Ignoring the shocked looks from Seth and my father, I left with Xavier.

She wished she had more to give her but this was all she could afford to spare without going completely hungry and bankrupt. Naomi wished she was not lying to her but how would she be able to explain to Asha that she was living in a product of an author's imagination? How could Naomi tell her that she was from a world that had no magic, witches, emperors, or princes? Though Naomi could not comprehend why the characters from the novel were not here if she had truly somehow transported inside the pages of the novel, she was sure of one thing, she was stuck here and needed to play her cards right if she were to survive.

"No. The heavy door creaked, the ancient lock cracking like ice under fire. Dust swirled outward, and from beneath came a faint, pulsing noise like a heart thudding under a cover of earth. The light faded around her. She went down. The stairs curved down into the deep gut of the Citadel. The further she descended, the louder the beat, until it kept time with the beating of her own heart. When she hit bottom, the air was different. The walls glowed softly, threads of pale silver streaking through the black rock like frozen lightning. Sira raised her staff. The crystal at the tip pulsed with moonlight no blue this time, but silver, matching the color that had flowed up through the floor when

It had gotten deeper and scarier, however, it reminded her of something, the night in the woods with the silver wolf, it was the same growl, so deep and so terrifying. She was still linking it to her second vision just now when Asher turned his back on her, protecting her behind him as he stared and growl at the shadow figure. Naomi couldn’t believe that she was actually looking at it. She had started seeing it in her dreams after that night of partying in the woods, the first time she had seen the silver wolf and it has plagued her mind since then and now, she could finally see it and it was just like in her dreams. It was the figure of a man but it was covered in black smokes and the face

A literal spark jumped between them, and Maya gasped, her skin tingling as if she’d been branded. Cillian froze. His nostrils flared, taking in her scent, and for a second, she saw his pupils dilate until his eyes were almost entirely black. "You feel it, don't you?" he whispered, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "The pull." Maya stepped back, putting distance between them. She needed to think. "I feel like you’re trying to intimidate a witness. Let’s look at the facts, Vane. The man who took the Silver Moonstone didn't use a drill. He didn't use explosives. He ripped the vault door off its hinges like it was made of wet cardboard."

“Not in this life.” Silence. The rain seemed louder. The river seemed darker. Every instinct told her the conversation had just become dangerous. Naomi folded her arms. “Who are you?” The stranger looked toward her. Then smiled. “I was wondering when you'd ask.” For the first time, something cold entered his voice. “Unfortunately, names are complicated.” Lightning flashed again. And for a fraction of a second— Ama saw his eyes clearly. Silver. Pure silver. Exactly like the warning described.