Young Terry Silver Novels & Stories

She was in her late twenties, and trust me, she had a pretty nice body that I fucking wanted to get down on her on the spot. "Stop being stupid, Connor. You are fucking sick," My subconscious mind reminded me, but that didn't matter, anyway. "Hi! My name is Silver. I will be taking care of you henceforth until you are perfectly fine," she said to me, and her voice was even more sexy. She was endowed with beauty. Long blonde hair, long natural eyelashes, curvy body, but Janice beats her to it. I didn't mean to mention Janice, but I couldn't help it.

“I know, we spoiled him too much, now he grew up becoming a brat…” *** Terry and Toby Chester were the orphans who joined the Silvermoon Pack since they were young. Unfortunately for Toby, he was an omega who did not possess any fighting ability at all. So he was assigned as a house assistant in Silvermoon Mansion. On the other hand, Terry, a delta, became a fighter in the Silvermoon pack. He was training hard to be a good warrior to fill the gap his brother couldn't. Although he was not the strongest fighter in the pack, like Drake or Ken, he was decent enough to deal with a couple of rogues.

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

“What the hell? Is this real?” Terry blinked at me, his figure misty. He had dark, tousled hair, and he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. His piercing blue eyes held a hint of mischief, and his smile was both captivating and haunting. As he glided through my room, inspecting my things with curiosity, I could only watch in disbelief. For a ghost, Terry was pretty damn fine. And he looked normal too—apart from the fact that his feet never touched the ground and he was see-through. But aside from that, he looked like an average teenage guy. A handsome one. Stop it, Kerry. Don’t simp for the ghost.

BACK TO THE PRESENT* "Silver didn't die... she's somewhere alive" Roonie muttered.

Silver was only a Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast, yet he had his own territory. “I thought that was because of Silver’s aura,” Lily said with a slightly confused expression as she got off her horse. *Roar* Silver roared in pride as if to say, “Yeah. It was because of me.” Lily smiled slightly when she saw the big brute behaving in such a cute manner.

I leaped into his arms, hugging him. "* Laughs* Manor. ..." Suddenly a strong wind blew and all the fireflies around us took flight lighting up all around us as I breathed in the sweet smell of Terry. " Manor, I know. .. I know we haven't been together for long and this between us might not last...." He takes my right hand and looks down at it. " I know I have no right to place a ring on this finger and promise you that all I am is yours but." Terry suddenly bends down and pulls out a box from his pocket, revealing two small silver rings. One with a rabbit engraved on it while the other was a leopard.

I say, a sense of determination resonating in my voice. As Richard broaches the subject, I shoot him a subtle glance, silently urging him to take the lead. Silver, ever perceptive, catches onto our unspoken exchange. “What's going on? Why the secrecy?” she questions, curiosity evident in her tone. Richard hesitates briefly before diving in. “Silver, I know this might not be the best time, but do you recall what triggered your outburst towards Allegra?” Silver furrows her brow, a thoughtful expression crossing her face as she tries to recollect the events.

Terry chided inwardly. He tried to ignore the pain that was screaming at him and said, “I didn’t expect you to come here, Mr. Kayson. I’m so sorry for the trouble. “I’m Terry Wagner, the Ether Hall’s chief.” Kayson threw him a sidelong glance but did not say anything in return. Terry felt insulted, but he dared not lash out at Kayson since the latter had killed a peak-stage grandmaster. “I’m sure there is a misunderstanding, Mr. Yarde. This isn’t a good place to talk, so why don’t we go inside first?”

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you