Dark Silver The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

External tongue? Who knew? You see all those sorts around here as frequently as ever. I was beginning to forget how people looked on earth. Dark let out a low, rumbling laugh, the sound distorted by his helmet. "Careful what you wish for, little wolf." He lunged faster than before. This time, I was ready. Silver roared within me as I dodged, turning into my wolf midair. My transparent coat always caught Dark off guard because he could rarely see me.

“No, no, no… I won’t… I won’t let that happen.” Slade howled with rage and pain inside me, trying to force the shift, fighting me for control, his fury tangled with despair. ‘We’re losing it. Losing everything. Save her. Get away from her before it’s too late.’ And that’s when I saw it. The Silver Abyss. It cut through the dark forest like a blade through flesh, mist curling upward, silver mist swirling with lethal beauty, the sheer cliffside falling away into a gaping void where moonlight shimmered faintly over its surface. Magic hung heavy here, old, ancient, dangerous.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

The world had become a kaleidoscope of grey and silver. Audrey dodged a strike from her shadow-self, the rusted bucket swinging toward her head with the weight of an iron mace. Every time the shadow moved, it whispered in a voice that sounded like her own mother’s: “Why do you fight? You were born to serve. The Silver is the sun. You are just the dirt it shines upon.” “Shut up!” Audrey roared, swinging her obsidian dagger. The blade passed through the shadow like smoke, doing no damage.

Jax was there a second later, his hand clamping onto my shoulder to anchor us. We rolled onto the bank, gasping, coughing up the silt of the Black River. But the peace didn’t last three seconds. A howl ripped through the tree- line metallic, high pitched, and wrong. “Silver Hounds,” Jax spat, rising to his feet even as water cascaded off his rough chest. “Thorne’s bastards are persistent.” A few of them burst from the underbrush. They weren’t natural wolves; their fur was matted with metal silver, and their eyes glowed with a sick, neon yellow. They moved with a jerky, unnatural speed.

Victoria didn’t handle failure well; she would blame me, and that blame would fall on my mother’s shoulders. And then there was the secret I held. I knew he was talking drugs. If I reported that to Mrs.Victoria, she would be ecstatic. She would praise me. I headed out to the main compound to clear my head, and then i saw him—Mr. Sterling. The old man was in the garden, struggling with a pair of shears. His hands were shaking, and he was hacking at a beautiful hedge with jagged, uneven strokes. "Sir, let me help you with that," I said, stepping forward.

I requested. The mutilated spot was then focused mostly on the screen. Small cut holes have been ringed much further by a wavy blade with saw edges.. I stopped and looked even more diligently, then my eyes were wide in shock and utter disbelief as I suddenly realized my conclusion. I turned around and looked at the pathologist, who is as dumbfounded as I am. "Parry Dagger!" we both exclaimed at the same time.

Instead, the dagger embedded on his side and he hissed out. As fumes rose from the wounded area, Olivia realized with horror that it was not just any dagger but a silver dagger. Silver was toxic to werewolves, and wounds caused by silver didn’t heal like they usually do. The longer the contact with the metal, the more lethal the effects were. As she saw the metal hilt of the dagger still protruding from his body, Olivia felt fear, like she had never known. She remembered the day when she had first met him and how she had vowed to hate him when he claimed her against her will. It felt like an eternity ago, but as she watched the man she was supposed to hate, she could only feel pain and fear.

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?