The Angry Birds Movie 2 Silver Novels & Stories

Appeared again. Silver: Fine. That was it. No emojis. No enthusiasm. Just one word that somehow managed to sound like an insult. I smiled. She had no idea what was coming. Tomorrow, I was going to push every button she had. I was going to get under her skin. I was going to make her feel something—anger, frustration, desire, I didn't care which. Because watching Silver react was the most entertaining thing I had experienced in years. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to see what happened when she stopped running.

“We will make this short. Hello Brian, I hope the bears are faring well?” “Yes Derek. Thank you.” “Andre, how is the flock doing in France?” “We are all well, thank you.” “Damon, how’s the pride getting along?” That earned some laughter. “As always there is some petty fighting, otherwise all is well,” laughs Damon. “Good. Now the silver dragon has been made aware of the magical world. There was an attack last night at her restaurant. The rogues were unsuccessful however, Enzo is aware of his children and there is concern he will come for them.” Everyone begins talking over one another. It is utter chaos.

“GET ALL THE SILVER AND WOLFSBANE WE HAVE—ARSENIC, ANYTHING—AND TAKE HER DOWN!” I ripped through them one by one, taking them down at lightning speed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I moved. Their numbers had dwindled, and now a fearful expression replaced the gleeful ones they had worn moments ago. A resounding growl emanated from my throat, loud and clear, as I began to move once more. My energy didn’t seem to diminish in the least as I continued my onslaught. They had finally armed themselves with weapons made of silver and wolfsbane. This didn’t register to me as I raged on.

The faint scent of silver drifted from them, a trick he used to test a wolf's endurance against pain. Carla's confidence flickered. She swallowed hard but tried to mask it with a smirk. "You want us to fight?" "No," Alpha Archer said, his tone as sharp as flint. "Both of you will stand there to endure." The warriors fastened the chains lightly around our wrists, not enough to wound, but enough that the silver stung faintly where it touched skin. My pulse raced as the burn bit into me, searing and cold at once. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound.

I'm so happy that I've not seen my father for a while now, because another encounter with him can spoil my mood. Tonight is the last day before the wedding and I just wanted to enjoy myself a little bit. I ordered some burgers and ice cream. I opened my laptop and searched for a boring movie on N*****x. That way I can doze off and sleep early. I ate as I watched the movie. The movie was actually interesting and I licked my ice cream watching the scene in front of me. I heard Silver enter the room. She made her way to my bed and sat down. We gisted for a while, the movie long forgotten and playing in the background.

The moment he saw me, a dark smile twisted his lips, a smirk that was more of a snarl than anything resembling joy. Rage burned through us at the sight of my mate lying all bloodied and broken in the snow, at the sight of the destruction he had caused so far. At the memories of everything he has done to me so far. Silver let out a howl—loud, guttural, and raw. It echoed through the battlefield, a cry of rage and defiance, and it sent shivers through the entire pack. It was a cry of agony, of loss, and of love. I was done letting him take everything from me. Mac’s eyes flickered and then widened in shock and terror as they met Silver’s purple ones.

Author’s POV "She is fine now." a doctor had run all the tests on Layla to make sure Layla and her baby were fine. Layla saw the look on Silver’s face when hearing she was fine. She must be so angry that Layla didn’t die, Layla assumed. "Thank you so much for coming here again." Silver thanked the doctor and asked a maid to accompany her to the door. Once Silver and Layla were left alone, Silver let out a grunt to express her anger toward Layla.

I fell, the dark water of the moonlit lake rushing up to meet me. As my consciousness faded, the last thing I heard was Tessa's voice drifting down from the cliff. "Ethan, what should we do with the silver dagger?" "Get rid of it. We can't leave any evidence." The impact with the water was a final, cold shock, and then everything went black. —

Her limbs were starting to ache from holding the posture so long, but she knew better than to shift until dismissed. Her father hummed, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “You made me proud today, Elara. You did everything right. You’ll make a fine wife.” She lowered her head. “Thank you, Father.” The words left her lips without thought. Without hesitation. They were muscle memory by now. She smiled—small and sweet, the kind of smile that said nothing and meant nothing. The kind that kept her safe. Inside, there was no storm. No dread. No spark of rebellion waiting to be born.

Silver voiced in anger, kicking off a can of empty drink. Well, she seems very pissed, which is oddly suspicious, especially since she wasn't even the type to care about games so much, well, unless… I pulled her at arms length closer to me, “Yo you didn't bet on this game right?” I asked, my eyes already discerning her look. Her subtle chuckle with her eyes flickering away from my site was all the answer I required. “Please tell me you didn't bet millions on this Silver ?” “Well…” I released my hold on her, as I sat right back on my seat. Yep, she certainly just lost millions, not my problem though, and I'm pretty it would be a few anyway, she isn't the type to stupidly drop she can't handle