Whisper X Silver Novels & Stories

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

“Because if you keep talking, I might forget I’m just the cleaner and accidentally jam this dagger straight through your smug mouth.” That shut them up. The first guy blinked, startled. The second raised his hands in mock surrender, chuckling—but not as confident anymore. “You’ve got bite,” he muttered. “No,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’ve got claws.” They moved on. Chloe whistled low. “Damn. That was hot.” I exhaled slowly, turning back to the rack, and nearly collided with someone already standing there. Xaden. Of course. He didn’t move. Just picked up a blade, fingers dragging along the edge of the steel. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—silver-flecked, glacier-gray eyes—watch

I turned, and a wolf stood a few paces away. Isa. Her silver-gray fur shimmered in the strange light. Her eyes, sharp and golden, locked with mine. She was bigger than I had ever seen her, taller, proud, alive in a way that made my heart race. “Isa,” I breathed. “You’re here too?” Always, her voice rang in my head, deep and steady. I am you. I am the part that fights when you are tired. The voice that growls when you want to give up. I did not leave you, even when you bled. I never will.

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.

And why did they need a pepper spray? Wolfie took a whiff of the contents, but didn’t feel like snacking on any of it. They both settled onto the grimy floor and tuned in to their surroundings. All seemed quiet, but Leila didn’t want to overstay her welcome. She inspected the watch - an elaborate monogram GSW etched into its 18K gold casing with a warm hue and hints of red. The dial was plain white with no brand name to speak of. Leila couldn’t help but wonder if this watch was hot merchandise by any chance. Perhaps even the pepper spray belonged to some lowlife thug who couldn’t afford a proper firearm. But that was absurd - proper murderers don’t bother with trinkets like this. And besides

“Can love save the pack?” “Silver, it is very clear that what you are doing is in line with the power that you want to possess, and not the pack to save.” I manage to speak in between their conversation. “Who are you to tell that to me?” He speaks back. “Don’t you dare speak badly to her or I will make your wish fly away with the birds on that tree.” “Blood-curling, very frightful.” Silver sarcastically said back as he sarcastically shakes his some parts of his body, to exhibit a great tease.

And did not come for me. “He is lying,” Silver finally whispers weakly. “He really left. Our bond never restored.” “Oh Silver… how are you?” I ask softly. “I feel weak,” she says. “I think we inhaled Hollowfang mist. It weakens wolves and slows reflexes. It works faster if you are emotional. It is dangerous when the heart is hurting. Try to stay calm. Do not let them break you,” she warns. “Thank you,” I whisper back. I glare at the guard still holding my hair, the pain shooting through my scalp. I open my mouth to speak, but suddenly his mouth crashes into mine.

she commanded. Looking at Silas, he hesitated at first but provided what was needed. The fiercely looking men were equipped with whip made with silver. As werewolves, one of our greatest enemies is silver. It hurts us more than anything you could imagine. Seeing the silver whip, I begin to regret my actions. The whip will not only tear my skin but it will also cause me wrecking pain and weakness. "I want her whipped till I'm satisfied," she said.

"I'M WITH MY FRIEND AND YOUR GIRL... His girl? If his instincts aren't deceptive, then maybe that's what everyone has been keeping. The girl who called him, the voice that wouldn't leave his head, the name he found out after series of research... Pearl Wilson. Is she? And his sister.... Silver. Silver is alive? In an underground? The flight to North Europe is roughly three hours, so he's sure if he sets out right now, he'd arrive in no time. He was the first to storm out of the office, not waiting for anyone. Layla followed, and Master X snatched the laptop from Rook, playing the voice message again to be sure. The last time he heard Silver's voice might be 20 years ago before the accident,

silver said. "That's was harsh, you still want clyde right." bella said and silver looked at her. "We can help each other, I want xander and you want that crossdresser , so we can just join hand and both get what we want together." Bella said. "Why would you help , me you bitch." silver said. "I will pretend I didn't heard that, you just heard me I want xander." bella said. "Don't you know he is never going to fall for you, you are just his former fuck mate ." silver yelled.