Young Terry Silver Novels & Stories

<”I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver of Silvery Blood to a fight for the alpha title! His opposition stood there, he didn’t seem surprised and instead smirked. “Sorry. My name is Samuel Tidden, Alpha Pro Tempore of Silvery Blood. Elite warrior ranked 10th in SilverFang. The only one able to take my position is my alpha. Alpha Sam Silver of SilverFang.”

David nodded and I disappeared within seconds, ready to face Terry once and for all. One things for sure though. After this fight, only one of us would make it out alive. With that thought, I rushed to the place where Terry has kept Joey. His brothers came and tried to stop me. But to no avail. I easily defeated them and they all ran away for their dear life. " Hello bestie " I heard Terry's voice from behind me. Before I could turn around, he slashed my back with a silver sword. Luckily it doesn't kill me as I was a pureblood. But it made me unconscious. Joey came rushing in towards me. I fell on the ground and the last thing I saw was Rihana getting stabbed by Terry .

He has shouldered the burden of their strained relationship, taking responsibility for the wrongdoings that have been attributed to Jay. "No, I did not," Terry replies calmly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "What is bothering you?" Terry's question is an invitation for Jay to express his concerns and share the weight that has been troubling him. Despite their differences, Terry's actions demonstrate his unwavering support and willingness to listen, acting as a beacon of love and understanding for his younger brother.

He believes in doing what is right and joined Zieve's team as he loves adventures. Last but, not the least.... Terry- He is 6ft tall, blue eyes, brown hairs and looks like a twin brother of Joe in terms of height and looks. But, Joe is leaner and Terry is more muscular. He is more like Morgan and Zieve in terms of built. He is 23 years old and quite good at weapons. He wanted to join military but as he comes from a rich family and is the only son, so he couldn't. His parents emotionally blackmailed him to stay and he had to give in. He had to take care of the family business but that never stopped him from practising what he loves. He got a breakthrough after meeting Zieve and joined dark Kn

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."

he said, low and urgent, “talk to me.” “Silver,” I whispered. My teeth wanted to chatter, though the air was hot with lingering smoke. “She used silver. I remember the smell now. And rain. And someone saying I should have died before I ever became a problem.” The silence that followed was worse than any gasp. Ty’s hands tightened once, just once, and in that tiny betrayal of control I heard the violence of his guilt. “I should have been there,” he said, the words so raw they barely sounded like him.

"My claws will pay the blood-debt or the trade-tokens." "Your claws will pay?" Dilios whispers frantically, tugging hard on Terry's leather sleeve. "Do you have any idea what a single bird costs in this hall? Thousands of trade-marks!" Thousands! Even if Terry were to hunt three separate shifts for the trade alliance for a full moon, he still couldn't gather that kind of wealth! All of us know that Terry's beast is completely devoted to my wolf, but this is pure madness. He is already working two separate tracking jobs while attending the Silvermoon Academies. Does he want his wolf to collapse from exhaustion?

He was slim, blue-eyed with a riot of meticulously groomed, spiky blonde hair, in his late twenties, and by the sounds coming from the earbuds discarded on the desk, a fan of Black-Eyed Peas. “Oh! Yeah! They told me you were coming.” Releasing her hand, he shuffled the papers that remained on the desk before realizing the one he wanted was probably on the floor. Again, he waved at the litter in frustration. “When they said “Terry” I thought you’d be a—” “Man?” Though it was a mistake often made, Teri inhaled deeply, expecting some additional paltry dismissal to ensue.

Please Alpha Drake, it's my life for theirs,” she said in a low voice. Dominique and Geordie came and stood beside Lyle. “Can we help Lyle?” asked Dominique, as he stared at Drake. “It is none of your business,” growled Terry, as he jumped from the jeep on the ground and placed his rifle on his shoulder. He pointed with his chin to the rifle and said very calmly, “These contain silver bullets.” Lyle swallowed her saliva. She looked at Dominique and curtly said, “This is none of your concern. Please leave.”