Warna Biru Silver Novels & Stories

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

Lucy: The Silver was like an allusion. Maybe it was meant to scare the werewolves away. Silver is feared among werewolves, by nature, something I was never familiar with. Something that, in my nature, was welcomed and celebrated. The water beneath the lake was rich in color. Blues, purples, pinks, and greens. Each color swirled within another, mixing and mingling like the sky above, but it wasn't just that that took my breath away; it was something much bigger.

It was like his eyes were just a whole mix blues that were different shades, and those silver sparks swirling within those shades, making it a more magnificent sight to gaze upon. Before I even got to admire those sapphire burning eyes his gaze broke and he away, further and further from me. He just left me there, clueless. As the time sped away I found myself comparing the azure eyes of Zayden and the deep royal midnight blues of the wolf- name also Zayden. I had to be seeing things. it was merely impossible. Yet, they both held those mysterious silver sparkles that swirled deeply. It looked too real to even be considered as the plain imagination or the trick of the minds.

Early the next morning, Jo looked around Silver’s house, astonished at how warm and welcoming it was. Then again, if the man that she’d met in Nebraska and the man from the hotel the night before was the real Silver, then actually, she shouldn’t be even slightly surprised. Silver’s rental house, Zoe and Keira’s former home, was on a quiet side-street. It had a sprawling backyard, a raised little back porch, two good-sized bedrooms and a lovely open-plan living space and kitchen. The bathroom was airy and bright, the closets were spacious, the furniture was comfy and inviting. Jo loved the way that Silver had used color – sunny yellow, bright aqua, some splashes of cream and mocha – to create

Allowing himself to become a vessel for the wolf spirit, his body begins to transform, his sense heightening, bones cracking as he transformed into a mighty silver wolf and howled to the sky. Naria gasps in shock, the legendary silver wolf was before her. She knelt down bowing her head to the ground. The silver wolf stood majestically on the rock , it’s thick double coat glistening like a polished moonlight. It’s fur is a blend of silver,gray and white with subtle hint of blue undertones that waved with the wind. It’s eyes burn with piercing yellow eyes shining bright in the night sky.

It was safer that way. “Sorry excuse me Luna Lilith we wanted to check what colour napkins you’d like?” Looking at the samples the omegas held out I looked them over before finally settling with the silver. It wasn’t as boring as the cream or beige, yet it wasn’t as tacky as the gold. The silver also held a meaning. Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts.

We’re going to shift and hunt with her. Silver’s wolf is flawed, just as she is. Her fur is the tone of her natural eye color; sky-blue. She’s huge for a shifter wolf and has silver wings that span out a couple of yards in each direction. A silver crescent moon shines brightly on her forehead between her orbs, which hold all three hues-blue, silver and gold. ‘Even her wolf is an ugly freak of nature! Stand down, damn it! She’s not our mate! You better not do anything to embarrass the shit out of me! I would never accept that abomination as my mate!’

Snow silver. Every single time it landed differently. The color was not white exactly, not the flat colorless white of winter clouds. It was silver the way moonlight on water was silver, living and shifting depending on how he moved. His eyes in this form were blue, sharper than his human eyes somehow, carrying the same intelligence but stripped of the social considerations that human faces require. Just direct and clear and startlingly beautiful. I looked away before he could catch me staring. We ran.