Warmage Silva Novels & Stories

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.

My eyes darted to the source of the sound, and that’s when I saw him. Silas. He leaned casually against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes glinted in the fading light, and there was a faint smirk on his lips, as if he found my panic amusing. “What are you doing out here?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “Could ask you the same thing,” he replied, pushing off the tree and taking a step closer. The way he moved—so confident, so predatory—made my breath catch in my throat.

The complete opposite of who Jenna Marie is. Selina tried to adjust the tempo, and she carefully memorized what Wolfgang had taught her and applied it naturally. Selina has met her father and mother, and now she goes to find her sister to check if there is any other suspicion. But fortunately, the younger sister was not very close to Jenna Marie, so she did not care or notice her unusualness. So the gate was finally over, and Selina successfully pretended to be Marie to return. All that day, she lived in the family without leaving any doubts, so Selina smoothly became Marie, the werewolf girl who continued to live as a human.

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

The witch seemed to have the ability to see right through someone down to their darkest secrets. Standing in front of the witches it was hard to believe they were related. Ursula was clean cut with sharp edges and a clinical air about her despite the energy that hummed under her skin. Dagmar on the other hand was gnarled and weathered like a giant redwood and equally imposing. Chloe couldn't help but wonder if the witch had been similar to Ursula in her younger days and it was simply time that had left Dagmar as cynical as she was wise. Or perhaps Dagmar had always been like this…

Its chaotic mana sizzled against her skin, burning her side. Mwajuma grunted in pain, but her high Battle IQ took over. She didn't try to pry its arms off. She slammed both of her palms against the wooden wall behind her. She couldn't manipulate the wood, but trees this ancient absorbed minerals from the earth. She reached into the cellular structure of the mahogany trunk, pulling the microscopic traces of silica and iron to the surface.

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.