Susan Jean Silver Novels & Stories

She was in her late twenties, and trust me, she had a pretty nice body that I fucking wanted to get down on her on the spot. "Stop being stupid, Connor. You are fucking sick," My subconscious mind reminded me, but that didn't matter, anyway. "Hi! My name is Silver. I will be taking care of you henceforth until you are perfectly fine," she said to me, and her voice was even more sexy. She was endowed with beauty. Long blonde hair, long natural eyelashes, curvy body, but Janice beats her to it. I didn't mean to mention Janice, but I couldn't help it.

Silver walked to the stairwell, because she was not getting back in that elevator, and pushed through the door, and climbed to seventeen, and collected her files, and returned to her desk. She sat down. She stared at her screen for a moment. Then she picked up her phone and sent Skylia a text. *You were right about one thing.* Skylia replied in under thirty seconds. *I'm always right about everything, be specific.* Silver looked at the text. Then she typed: *He hasn't realized it yet. But he's getting there.* Three dots. Then: *Tell me everything.* Silver put the phone face down on the desk. She opened the execution plan draft.

“What other identity do you have? You are a human, you are the medallion keeper and now, you are a witch!” Silver sighed. “I'm a thousand years old. I know a little bit of everything except scent masking because I don't want to be associated with Leo.” Silver still did not forget to give Leo a shade. “Wait! If you were a witch, that meant you could have broken this technique without even making us doubt each other? What was your plan?” Sarah said, her eyes narrowed down suspiciously. Her questions were well founded, I was just about to ask the same thing.

And even as she turned to continue her run, Eira knew the thread between them had only grown stronger tonight. Silver fire had been stirred. And it would not be easily contained.

An older woman sat on the porch, her silver hair braided down her back, her eyes sharp and assessing. “Elder Margaret,” Ryker said respectfully. “This is Aria Silvermoon. Aria, this is our pack’s senior elder. She’s been with Blackthorn since Kade’s grandfather’s time.” The woman studied me for a long moment, then smiled. “Come, child. Sit with me. Ryker, leave us.” Ryker gave me an encouraging nod and left. I sat nervously beside the elder, unsure what to expect. “You’re frightened,” Margaret said bluntly. “Of the bond. Of Kade. Of being hurt again.”

This woman was indeed someone important. " Thank you. So, mind explaining your existence with that face?" She laughed, an actual, free laugh that people give when they feel happy after a long time. " I am Erica Silverfang, the only daughter of Silverfang!" My eyes widened in shock. I couldn't believe that but also, Honestly I thought she would be the hidden twin of Knox's father. She was... a carbon copy of Knox. You can say... the female version of Knox with wrinkles and the weight of aging.

Its form flickered young girl, elder matriarch, weaver of binding, shadow of a forgotten god. “You must let them hear again.” And then Siran woke. The spiral was still glowing beside her. But now, it hummed with new rhythm. And faintly, in the thread... she could hear others responding. Thanks for your patience. Here’s Chapter 23 of Silver Pact (approx. 2,500 words), continuing directly from the awakening of Liraeth’s legacy and the unfolding shift in the magical world:

Silver knew it would surprise him to hear the mention of the Moon Goddess from her lips, as witches were not very fond of her. “Don’t look at me all stunned. I said it because that’s what you believe in.” Silver was the type who never degraded anyone’s beliefs. “You are different from most of the people I have known in my life.” that little smile from Zion melted Silver’s heart. She wanted to hear those words from Aramis. She had been spending a lot of time with Zion these days and had a sort of formed a bond of friendship with him. “How am I different? Is it because I have silver hair?” she joked, making him smile.

Silver said, although he tried to hide it, in a problematic tone. Cain wanted to burst out laughing but he held it back immediately. Although Silver looked funny while being pitiful because of a woman, he was still the same person who annihilated the nobles who owned him before just because he didn't like them and they annoyed him. "Silver, I know a person who can fulfill that request of the Silver Moon. She has no presence and after a year of training with the nurturing group, she didn't even manage to make friends at all. Should I call her?"