Silverton Stories

The seven knights story of the keys and map were used to protect a powerful staff, but no one knows how they managed to get a hold of the keys or diverse a plan to hide them. This is the tail of the seventh knight and one of the European royal families.

"Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place should I leave it there? Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere.." Myrah sings along with Adele. "That's a great voice you have there." Myrah jumps up, quickly turning off the sound system and turning around, there stands the most handsome man she's ever laid eyes on." You gonna stand there and stare or are you going to ask me my name, Myrah?" He smirks as he takes a step closer. "Finding myself may be a little difficult with this face around." She thought to herself.

Caroline moved to Silverton, Oregon, from California. Sunshine and sand, to wet, damp, dense and gray Silverton. She thought her life was fine. Quiet, rainy, melancholy, and gray. That was Silverton. Of course, the old legends of supernaturals--werewolves, vampires--and hangings, but it didn't bother her. With a loving fiancée, a dog, and a new home, this was going to be fine. Growing old, and sitting on the porch with her husband. That was Caroline's image of life. But things take a spiraling turn when she meets the new Alpha of the 'Tillam pack'. Kian.