Warna Biru Silver Novels & Stories

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

The chatter of a hundred powerful wolves died down to a whisper as the massive silver-trimmed doors at the top of the staircase began to slide open. A wave of pure, shimmering silver energy rolled down the stairs, the Silver Force manifesting as a physical mist. Then, Sierra appeared. She was a vision of lethal elegance in a gown of midnight-blue silk that looked like liquid starlight. Her silver hair was swept up, exposing the long, elegant line of her neck, and the absence of Kaelen’s mark, which had been replaced by a faint, glowing sigil that pulsed with her own power.

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

“Are you going to go in?” I jumped looking to see where the voice had come. A beautiful tall man stood before me. He wore a blue jacket with big brass buttons the shape of tiny flowers. His smile was almost illuminating. He was so gorgeous that I almost fainted. His dark brown hair swayed as he looked from me to the building.

Right now I’m stumped. The nail polish and foundation I had made? Was a special of its kind made completely from Silver…I’m not stupid I had a pretty dark blue made for color so no one would suspect anything but I don’t know if Silver has the same effects on Lycans as it does wolves….if does how will I be able to use it when I’m fighting Archer? Ugh….how did this get so complicated?

If he thinks that will make me yield to him like a mate would, then he is utterly mistaken. The cold crawls up my arms as I wait. I’m not going to announce anything. If he is here, then he knows. He decides to show himself only seconds later. I forgot how beautiful he is. The moment he steps from the shadows, I have to exhale all the pent up anxiety in order to actually stay on my feet. I’ve decided it’s his eyes that I can’t ever get used to. Something blue, shouldn’t exist. Where he inherited the shade lighter than turquoise, it is almost silver, I don’t know. As he gets closer, I realise it it’s a silver ring on the outside that encaptures a shade of unimaginable blue within.

They were a familiar, piercing shade of blue. My blue. "Mine?" I whispered, taking a trembling step forward. The silver wolf tilted her head, observing me for a moment. Then, slowly, she stepped forward, closing the distance between us until she pressed her snout directly against my chest. The second our skin met, a shocking wave of icy electricity sizzled through my veins. A blinding, brilliant blue light exploded around us, forcing me to snap my eyes shut against the intensity. When I finally managed to open them again, the forest was gone.

“But again, Silver wolves are very rare and legends say they were created from Selene’s tears. She was pure and every fiber of her being was so magical that when she cried, those tears gave birth to rare silver wolves who are then said to be the ones to drive her gilded silver chariot across the moon... Of course, that’s just legend. But Silver wolves are always female, you won’t find a male wolf who is silver because they are a part of Selene herself. Another thing is that Silver wolves have very unique eye colors. They are usually not your everyday black or brown or hazel or blue, something very unique.” She shifted and then opened one of the drawers of her desk, fished out an ancient look

Just fabric swatches and Marcus's increasingly dramatic objections to gold as a color family. "Silver and midnight blue," Ariel said finally. "It's less predictable." "Thank you," Priya said, triumphant. "See, Marcus, this is why I bring reinforcements." "Fine," Marcus grumbled, though he was clearly fighting a smile. "Silver and midnight blue. But I want it on record that gold and white would have looked more expensive." "Nobody's questioning your commitment to gold, Marcus," Dana said, not looking up from her spreadsheet. "We're questioning your taste."

"I had to handle a minor territorial dispute in Sterling Heights. Did you miss me, little human?" "Not in the slightest," I lie smoothly. Order Whitmore steps forward, his long black coat sweeping the ground, his white hair and neatly trimmed beard giving him an air of ancient authority. He ignores the kneeling enforcers and kneels down beside the unconscious body of Silver Ravenscroft, who lies on a stretcher near the entrance. The old master presses two fingers to Silver's pulse point, examining the faint, silver-tinted veins near her collarbone—the classic sign of Blue-Tint Syndrome caused by an overwhelming Moon Yetako reaction.