Young Terry Silver Novels & Stories

“Spill it. What happened?” “Listen to this,” Terry says. He pulls out an old phone that holds the tiny card. He slides the card inside and turns the phone on. He clicks a sound file and plays it. It is a small recording of two people talking. “If I do what you want and hit her with my truck, won't the pack cops throw me in the Silverclaw Wing jail?” a man's voice says.

Since Red Diamonds was our favourite club to hang out, both me and Allie were quite familiar with Terry who just so happened to have his shift almost every time we come here. Terry, although his real name was something else but apparently he didn't like it since he thought it wasn't as cool as his personality (his words, not mine), was in his early 20s, studying photography and in his sophomore year. He had blonde hair with green eyes and a friendly air around him that made you want to talk to him. However, there were some instances when he tried to get a little too friendly with his cool suggestive innuendos that made me want to whack him upside his head. But apart from that, Terry was a bu

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

He was standing with another guy, who had the same features as him, but he just wasn't as tall. “ I'm Nick and he's Terry.” “ Cool,” I said. “ You seem new here, and your eyes are…so damn beautiful, they're gold - I've never seen gold eyes before,” “ Damn you started great dude, now you're just rambling. Look, sweetheart, what he means to say is, if you need anything, we're your guys,” Terry said to me. “ Sure. I don't think I need anything though,” I said, while Terry smiled. He was a lot more handsome than his taller friend.

As Terry entered the workshop, Usof immediately asked him, "Did you get it?" "Yes, and he told me you paid for it. Why did you spend so much to help me?" "Because Sash is basically my second niece. Now, let me see it before she finishes changing into the next dress!" Terry took the box out of his pocket and opened it to show Usof. When he saw it, he was shocked at how amazing it was, "He really went all out on this, didn't he? I bet he's gonna charge me extra for this."

“You got a promotion!” “Yep.” “Jesus Christ, Silver… spill it! You got an official rank or title now?” Silver set his glass down. “Yeah. Nothing glamorous, so contain your excitement.” “C’mon. Just tell me. What did Wolf and your brothers honor you with?” “Treasurer.” Silver gave a tiny grin as he stroked his golden-blond beard. “Basically, a glorified record-keeper and report-writer.”

Tyr picked up one dagger, making sure he’s holding the leather part of it – careful not to touch the silver. “Looks familiar?” his deep voice softly uttered. Zane’s brows slightly creased and immediately gasped when he remembered something. “Oh! I saw that from the first one we saw. So, are you using that to kill the rogues?” “We hunt them, but we don’t kill. Silver inflicts wounds in werewolves. I guess you know why we use this.” Tyr swiftly turned the sharp edge towards him and let Zane hold the dagger. “Because silver is the Luna’s metal,” Zane recalled from the book he read.