Treasure Planet John Silver Novels & Stories

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."

She sighed “It doesn’t make sense. I haven’t heard from my trackers in over an hour. They picked up on multiple paths, seems these assholes have been watching us for a while.” “Not long enough if they thought the east was a safe way to get in.” I smirk and Christopher looks ever more lost. Samantha glances over at my brother and smirks. “I have enough silver traps over there to fund a small island nation. The silver in the mines around us supplied most of the silver we use. We stopped mining for profit with my grandfather but occasionally we go in and harvest some for personal use. Even then, I don’t like to do it. Best to reuse what we already have.”

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

They were not allowed to leave it and they lived a simple life as farmers, as long as they remained peaceful the Shifters left them alone. The Immortals took back the planet and let it flourish by itself, the concrete jungles were soon overgrown with green and the wildlife found its way back. Standing at the top of their mountain Lucas and Katya gazed out across the Welsh valleys and mountains, he stood behind her his arms around her waist while she rested her head against his chest, he kissed her tenderly, 'I guess we did it, Silver Wolf’ She stirred against him, ‘Did what?’ He grinned, ‘Fulfilled the prophecy of the Silver Wolf, you became the Seed and the Immortal World found peace, we sa

“But I always feel that my mate was supposed to be you.” I shook my head. “Nothing is supposed to be, Alexander. We must learn to let go of the things that do not belong to us.” The following morning, I packed my luggage and knocked on Laura's bedroom door. I slipped a small pouch containing the iron coins I saved over the years and a few pieces of premium animal pelts into her hands, speaking calmly. “Laura, thank you for taking care of me all these years. These are the things I managed to save up, please accept them as my return for your kindness in raising me.”

“Blessed Silver is so rare, even at my home with the witches we have a scarce amount. Was Alpha Fredrick aware of this?” I shook my head. This was the first time I’d ever heard of those words and I had no idea what they meant as my hand went for my shoulder, resting there slightly. “Long ago, the Moon Goddess had a lover called Aric. He was once a hunter and his dedication drew her attention. She gave him sanctuary with her shifters and they had a home with a daughter. To make him feel trusted and one with the pack, she offered him Blessed Silver. If he were to ever be in danger the Silver could cause a block between the shifter and their wolf so the fights would be fair, but never did she i

“Hands like light itself. Healed my brother’s fever with one touch and he was good as new by morning.” My head lifted before I realized it, honing in on the conversation. The speaker was a merchant, middle-aged, half-drunk, spinning tales to a group of guards around his table. I let their laughter wash over me and listened harder. “Where?” someone asked, snorting. “The moon doesn’t walk among us mere mortals.” “Silver Glen,” the merchant said. “A small village near the northern ridge. They call her the Silver Healer. Some say she’s blessed by the Goddess herself. Eyes like molten silver, they say. Glows when she works.”

"Fight for the pack! Fight for our home! Don't let everyone die for one person!" Marcus raised the knife in anger. "You little—" I didn't give him the chance. With a final surge of strength, I threw my weight backward, slamming into his chest. At the same time, I seized his wrist and dragged the silver dagger's point toward my own heart. "Sienna, no!" Horton's desperate roar tore through the night. But it was too late. The silver blade pierced my chest, and agony ripped through me. But seeing the despair in Horton's eyes hurt even more.