Young Terry Silver Novels & Stories

It was honestly quite strange, and Gretel sat there, fixed at her seat, as Silver talked, and talked, and kept on talking, before talking a little more, and then topping it all off with a little more talking, as if talking was the only thing that he could possibly do, and was the one and only way forward in the situation that he was in, as if talking was his one true calling, and it was his destiny to talk, and talk, and talk, never stopping or ceasing for breath as he kept on the road of talking and chatter. Gretel, after a bit, became steadily more and more concerned for his lungs and throat. It was a surprise that he was still going on, now discussing batteries and their usage and how lon

"Andreeeeeeeeeeew!!!!!!!" A man with blonde and spiky hair shouted when he saw Andrew in the distance with Karl, Nelson, and Troy. He immediately ran towards him with his arms wide ready to hug Andrew. "Terry-" Andrew’s greeting to his friend was immediately interrupted by Karl. He was stretching his long right arm forward with his palm up-front enough to touch Terry’s chest and stopped him from advancing towards Andrew. Terry is one of Andrew’s teammates from middle school. Aside from his blonde and spiky hair, he has hooded-shaped eyes with a pair of brown eyes. He is a bit shorter than Karl. His personality is childish and extremely energetic. He's not one to take things seriously.

He hissed. Terry groaned in pain and glared at Zak with anger and hatred in his eyes as he coughed and spat out blood from his mouth. “I told you…, I don’t know. I only asked her to change her environment. Go home. I never asked where her home was!!” Terry shouted with all his strength and was immediately kicked in the stomach by one of Zak's goons. He yelled again, as he protected his stomach and head with his knees and arms as kicks and blows rained on him from all directions.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

"No need shifting. Just enter now. Don't worry; nothing bad will happen to you." I nodded, and then I quickly followed her words. Soon as I stepped into the barrier, a silver smoke shrouded me, giving me a pleasant feeling. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, and soon as I opened it, the reflection of myself reflected in the silver surface of the barrier. My hair changed color to a silver color; my eyes gained a silver color. My skin has become paler, but it has also been made translucent by my silver eyes. "Wow!" Rana's mouth dropped open as if she was surprised herself with all this beauty.

“What about Gray? Did he come back yet?” There was an odd look in Gavin’s face at Terry’s question. And it didn’t fell out of notice of his inquisitive eyes. “Gavin. You’ve seen him, have you?” With his demanding tone, the youngest of the pack stepped back. He looked down on the floor, avoiding his stares. Terry already lost his temper. He grabbed him by the collar, pushing him to the wall. “Tell me what you know,” he demanded, voice was so frightening that even Troy was worried of Gavin.

, Don Silver replied in his baritone voice. “Meet my grandson, Kian DaSilver , your son to be in law by the way.”, he introduced to my father. My heart thumped at the mention of his name. “ Let’s hold on on that and see by the evening.”, Father replied somewhat slyly. I hoped the DaSilver’s didn’t catch on it. “ What was father doing?”, I thought to myself. I hoped he wasn’t trying to upend the DaSilvers on this deal.

Other abilities I discovered were the ability to control elements such as air, water, fire, earth, and so on. Then on my sixteenth birthday, I developed physical enhancement like Mother did. I completely changed into a younger version of my mother. Oh, also, my Lycan is pure silver like Mother's; the only difference is mother's other half is a wolf, while mine is Lycan, but both are pure silver. I don't know why all these were passed down to me if mother, according to father, has fulfilled what was predestined of her, which landed her in a comatose state for years.

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.

Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters. “Enough.” The elves shifted as a woman stepped forward. She was tall, her silver hair bound in intricate braids, her robes shimmering like woven starlight. Her presence was commanding, yet not cold. Her gaze fell on Kaelen, and something in her expression—sorrow, perhaps, or regret—made him shiver. “Lower your bows,” she ordered. The hunters obeyed, though reluctantly. The golden-haired elf frowned. “Lady Serenya—” She silenced him with a raised hand. “I will hear them first. If the boy is truly what I fear, we cannot let blind hatred decide his fate.”