The Silver Hope Novels & Stories

But to every soul that had ever heard the bloom’s hum in their chest. “To those who walk in shadow: we do not fear you. To those who build in silence: we do not silence you. To those who remain unrooted: the bloom offers soil, not chains.” “Come not to kneel. Come to resonate.” It was the first global call of the Silver Pact. And it did not command. It invited. Three days after the call, a new bloom appeared. Not in the forest. Not near any bonded soul. But in the Hollow Plains, where no magic had touched in centuries.

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

Tell those I’m trying to save what I hoped to accomplish with as much confidence as I could manage. Fake it until you make it, right? She laughed, which seemed like a good sign. “I don’t know if your being serious right now, or if your just full of shit, young lady. But either way, your exactly right. We must never give up hope. Maybe we’ll get lucky and the Silver Myst will show up to save us.”

Seth added. "The shares are apology enough," I replied dismissively. I could not care less about his words as they meant nothing to me now. Seth was caught off guard by my reply, and he smiled awkwardly. "We're moving abroad, Stella. We probably won't come back." Their disappearance was their second gift to me—another abandonment that I welcomed this time. "Good," I said simply. ... When the scores came out, I had a perfect 1600, while Xavier scored 1590. That night, under a star-filled sky, we sat on the swings and shared a knowing smile.

“It is. But we need rest. And if the prophecy’s correct, Silverlight might hold something we can use.” Aria sighed. “Then let’s move.” --- Silverlight Sanctuary The village of Silverlight sat in a shallow valley surrounded by shimmering trees—birches with silver-white bark and leaves that sparkled as though dusted with frost. The people here didn’t bow or offer deference when the group arrived; instead, they watched with quiet curiosity, their expressions wary but not hostile. “We don’t get many travelers this deep into Silverlight,” an older woman said as she stepped forward. Her eyes were pale violet, and her hair fell like moonlight down her back.

His words rang in my head as I held onto him. I wouldn't lose hope yet. Silver knew how to hold her own. I believed she had found a way to take care of herself and would come back whenever she could. Whenever she did, we would all be here, waiting.

"What are you... what does that even mean?" Hope unfurls in my chest, making the organ work overtime behind my ribcage. I swallow quickly, hoping the jumping of my pulse doesn't announce just how desperate I am for it to mean what I think it does. He leans in even closer, his warm breath tickling my cheek. "Tell me, Silver, what are you?" Another hard swallow pushes down my throat, my heart catching in there as hope begins to sprout seeds I have a feeling won't die easily, if at all.

I didn’t want to look at her and see that she was mocking me. So I didn’t. “This way,” Mr. Silver said, talking to me. He led the way and I followed. We didn’t say a word until we arrived at his study. “I didn’t know you were coming,” Mr. Silver said, breaking the ice. “Or you wouldn’t have entertained him?” I asked, referring to Donald as my jaw clenched in anger and jealousy. “I don’t have any reason not to, Mark. And Alexa wanted it,” Mr. Silver said. “She is the only hope I have now, and I must do her bidding, and besides, her happiness means the world to me,” Mr. Silver added.

Like he was telling me that Silver was his now. I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to block out the noise. My head was pounding. My heart was racing. I couldn't think straight. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't do anything except sit here and wait for the walls to close in. The silence was suffocating. The loneliness was crushing. I thought about Silver. I hoped she didn't believe the worst. I hoped she knew me well enough to know that I could never kill anyone. I hoped she was out there, fighting for me, trying to find the truth. I hoped she wasn't scared. I hoped she wasn't alone.

My heart has hardened to pure hatred and I intend on letting it stay that way. Though, I don't believe him one bit. I know he has an ulterior motive, I don't just know what it is. But I will find out even if it's not immediately. I sigh when I spot Julianne's house down the street. The silver street, named after the Silver family. My heart aches as I think about my best friend, Zephyr, and Mr. and Mrs. Silver. They were my family too. Though I love them it doesn't compare to Julianne's grief so I clear my face of any grief.