Silver St Cloud の小説・ストーリー

Instead, their metal doors were stamped with a bright, shining symbol made of solid silver: a howling wolf head surrounded by three sharp silver swords. It was the Silver Crest. This was the official, terrifying emblem of the global Lycan Council. The vehicles stopped in a perfect line in front of the main building. The doors opened, and six elite Council executioners stepped out into the freezing wind. They wore heavy black leather coats with silver buttons, and their faces were completely covered by dark iron masks. They moved with a synchronized, chilling speed, their boots making heavy, rhythmic thuds against the white snow. Behind them walked a tall, older wolf with long white hair and

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

She was my sister-in-law, and I was proud of it. "Yes, Tamia. Those are two different scenarios, but one thing is certain, these bastards came from the east," Linda said with rage in her eyes. "Silver dust production and usage are indigenous to us. The expertise used to administer it in the air could only be achieved through years of practice. We need to comb through the east because I doubt these people are in the north," Linda said, and that was a piece of information we overlooked. "Silver dust is manufactured in the east. We import it from there, but not many people know of it or how to use it. These people are either from the east or have dealings with the east," Linda said, and she mad

He never let go of my hand. When we got to the forest, the young alpha crouched behind some shrubs and motioned for me to do the same. I followed suit. "Stay here," he ordered. "My horse is on the other side of the forest. I'll get my horse and circle back to you, but you mustn't leave this spot." "I won't leave this spot." I promised, but he shook his head. "No," he said. "Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess."

she said, her voice lacing with pride and a hint of superiority. “Aha…” Evelyn said, her smile never faltered as she turned to face Silver. “And you?” Silver’s introduction was laced with arrogance as she spoke. “Silver Reed, daughter of Mike Reed, the chairman of Skyline Broadcasting Network.” However, Evelyn’s response to them instantly dripped with sarcasm. “And I was thinking you two are some kind of big fish in the country. I had no idea it’s just some two ants I could easily crush.” Both Cynthia and Silver’s eyes widened in anger.

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”

The fight drains out of him when he sees the three crossbows aimed at his chest. Tarek stands over him, chest heaving, rain plastering his hair to his face. He looks wild. He looks alive. I step off the man I pinned, he’s not going anywhere, and walk over to the cart. I rip the canvas back and discover, to absolutely zero surprise, twelve bars of raw silver, stamped with the Silvercrest seal, glowing dull and heavy in the lantern light. “Well,” I say, looking at Kellan. “I don’t think Rask wears these to the country.”