Warna Biru Silver Novels & Stories

Something fundamental is shifting between them, and he's powerless to stop it. Back at the pack house, preparations for the ceremony reach their final stages. Pack members hang lanterns from the ancient oaks surrounding the ceremonial circle, their light creating a golden path from the main house to the sacred stones. The air buzzes with anticipation and speculation. In her room, Clover stands before the mirror as Eliza helps her into the ceremonial dress. The silver-threaded fabric catches the light, making the Beta symbols shimmer along the hem. Her dark hair has been braided with tiny white flowers, a traditional symbol of new beginnings.

Even the most expensive one on the market is only a few million. With that in mind, Erwin Wilson immediately began designing. He already had an idea in mind, first of all, the color of the brooch was silver. The silver color is very easy to coordinate, even, Erwin Wilson feels that the silver color is much more elegant than the gold color.

I say quietly. “Silver who?” she questions, loudly. “Shhhh,” I hold my finger to her lips, looking around. I do not need anyone like Bridget overhearing my nickname for Kallan. I’m sure her or her cronies would figure out who we were talking about before the end of the day. “He’s one of the Lycans. His eyes are the most intriguing shade of blue and they glint pure silver every now and then,” I explain. “Oh, okay I see. So…” she urges me to continue.

She pushed her bag and home keys into a locker, before closing it shut and turning the key in the lock, slipping that into her apron for safe keeping. Silver was what could only be described as a Belle. She was one of those faces that just seemed to stick into anyone’s memory and create such a beautiful image in their minds. With Mocha colored skin thanks to her African American origins, and black curly hair with little bangs that fell to her eyes; eyes that were a striking emerald green, and although protected by her large circular frames they couldn’t be hidden at all. She was a head turner and the men always seemed to be trying to get her attention. Silver was thankful that the manager at

Blood at her lip, hair loose, hand pressed to her ribs. But she stood up and she looked at Seraphina and her eyes.... Her eyes. For just a second....half a breath, barely long enough to be sure I'd seen it at all.....they flashed. Silver. Not gold. Not the red of an aggressive wolf. 'Silver.' A color I had seen exactly once in my life, in an old text in my father's library, next to a bloodline name I had been too young to understand. Then it was gone. Mira blinked. The color was back to normal. She looked almost as startled as everyone else.

The air vibrated with power so ancient it felt older than the world itself. And then, he saw them. Figures cloaked in silver light, their faces indistinct, their eyes burning with knowledge and sorrow. Voices overlapped, weaving into a chant that was both prayer and curse. He couldn’t make out the words at first, only fragments, whispers slipping into his bones. “Blood of fire… born of betrayal…” “The Sundering… a wound unhealed…” Kaelen staggered forward, desperate to understand. “What do you mean? Who am I?!”

“The suppressant I sensed… It was colloidal silver.” “Silver?” I repeated loudly. “Humans take it as a supplement. It’s obviously not meant for lycans or werewolves. But there was more than just a trace in her blood. Honestly, I think you’re right that someone was dosing her.” A growl rumbled in my chest. Silver was deadly to lycans and werewolves. It was still used to incapacitate a shifter if taken prisoner. My hands tightened into fists as my anger rose.

she responds, and I can tell by her tone that she does not want to continue the conversation. “I think your father did not want you to shift for another reason.” Lyra’s head spins to look at me, obviously confused by my words. “Your wolf is silver. It is not a common color for a wolf.” “Is it not?” She asks as she cocks her head slightly to the side while looking at me. “You do not know?” Lyra shakes her head from side to side. “Interesting. I think we have a few texts on silver wolves in the library. I will find them for you in the morning.” Without another word Lyra turns and continues tripping through the forest.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

But he eagerly nodded his head and pointed to the Emerald Monkey with an expression of pride on his face. “Why aren’t you green then?” Mane asked in confusion. The thing that he found interesting was Silver’s origin. Silver’s aura was very much linked to the Emerald Monkey’s aura. In fact, Silver’s aura felt like it was born from the Emerald Crystal Monkey’s aura. The other Crystal Monkeys didn’t share that kind of connection with the Emerald Crystal Monkey. That was why Mane was curious to know the relation between the two. And his guess was right. Silver confirmed that the Emerald Monkey was his mother! But if that was the case, why wasn’t Silver also green?