Treasure Planet John Silver Novels & Stories

“Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?” “I accept.” He put out his forearm and I made a slash with my claw through his palm and forearm. Then I slashed my own palm and forearm and grabbed his in the official were greeting. As our blood intermixed both of our eyes became silver, the silver swirled in his irises and then disappeared into his pupil. The minute it disappeared, a flash of silver emitted from my chest and into his. Trevor was officially a Barrier for Silverclaw. I repeated all of the same steps with the

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

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?"

The marking was complete, the oaths were sworn, and the moon was our witness. Adrian turned us toward the pack, raising our joined hands high into the air. "The Luna of Silver Fang!" he roared. The forest erupted. Thousands of wolves shifted in a single, fluid motion, their silver and gray furs reflecting the moonlight as they threw their heads back and howled. The sound was ancient and powerful, a song of loyalty and celebration that shook the very ground beneath our feet.

Or for her to turn out to be the thing I'd been searching for since I was exiled five years ago. A Silver Blood. A real, living, breathing Silver Blood. I adjusted the unconscious girl in my arms as I navigated through the forest. She was lighter than I'd expected, all delicate bones and soft curves. Her skin still held a faint silver shimmer, like moonlight trapped under the surface. Beautiful, Deadly, Perfect. "Boss," Marcus's voice crackled through the radio clipped to my belt. "We've got Silvermoon wolves at the border. Ten of them. They're demanding we return the girl."

“This is all I can do, old friend. I have kept it from your land… for as long as I was able.” Jack and Mira stepped out. They paused at the counter where the young lad now sat upright, his sloppy façade gone. Mira placed a gold nugget on the counter, then left with Jack without another word. They continued their journey. Jack rode while Mira slipped into her inner space. “Eldora.” A shimmer, and Eldora appeared before her. Mira handed over the box containing the Silver Siphon.

And Jolene’s whole body dissolved in the molten lava of her release. “Fuck, yes,” Silver growled, and let himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushed deep – as deep as he could go – and then held himself there. His large body strained, tensed… and he rode the undulating, pulsing waves, just let them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."

Maybe it HAD just been a hallucination. But then… At my parents’ estate in France. The severed limbs. The blood bath. Jake, laughing, thanking me. It had been Silver. I’d lost control and let him loose. He’d killed everyone in his path. And now, here he was again, in this VIP room. “She smells delicious,” Silver hissed. Trista looked up at me, shocked. My arms trembled. “Oh god, no,” I said to myself. “Oh god, yes,” Silver smacked his lips.

“No. But… something's been happening. I recently started feeling my skin tingle. My chest tightens for no reason. I’ve been dreaming in colors I’ve never seen before.” He nodded slowly. “She's close. Be ready, Silver. You might think you’re cursed, but the Moon chooses carefully.” “You will never change, Tristan,” I said, parting his arm, “Stop this parables of yours before it lands you into trouble.” “This is no trouble my friend, you are just about getting something many cry and kill to get, Silver.” “I pretend I didn’t hear that, before it gets to the ears of Amara.” His words lingered long after he walked away.