Dark Silver The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

And in Public! On his way to the Hunter Corp, Silver stumbled at a small potion shop. It had a sigh that named it, Crooked Wizard. The Stop itself looked like a hut build from obsidian black stone. The hut had a metallic sheen to it. He stared at it for a while. Another signboard said they trade blood sack. He quickly opened the door.

The air turned heavy. Silver could barely breathe. “What… is that?” she whispered. Kairo’s expression hardened. “Dark magic.” The shadow moved closer, gliding silently between the trees. The whisper brushed against Silver’s mind again. Silver Hale… You have awakened… Her chest tightened. “How does it know my name?” she whispered. Kael stepped in front of her immediately. His wolf surged closer to the surface, claws flexing. “I don’t care what it knows,” he growled. “It’s not getting near you.”

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

He didn't have a face, only a mask carved from obsidian. "The Queen of Ash," he hissed, his voice a thousand whispers. "You protect a dying wolf. Why cling to the dirt when you could rule the void?" "I’d rather burn in the dirt than serve in your void," I spat. I slammed my hands together. A shockwave of silver energy, amplified by the natural metal in the mountain, tore through the tunnel. It was a focused, horizontal blast that acted like a scythe. The shadows didn't have time to step away. They were caught in the silver tide and shredded into nothingness.

Headlights pierced the darkness, radiating the gravel path leading toward the airstrip. Out of the corner of my eye, something massive and shadowy emerged from the forest lining the road. A werewolf. It was enormous. Easily twice the size of an average werewolf in shifted form. It was almost like an alpha, if not larger than one. Dread pooled in my gut at the thought of it being Higan. I've never seen him transition. Its coat was a glossy charcoal black, shimmering under the dim airport lights. Silver streaks ran down its powerful shoulders and sides like jagged lightning strikes etched into its fur. Its dimmed amber eyes glowed as it approached.

He growled and moved to my left flank, swiping at me, luckily I was prepared and he missed me, he was definitely faster than the others. Doing another attack and swiping at his lower abdomen, taking a chunk of his flesh with me, blood pooled at my fingertips as well as dripping from his stomach. He took a step back from me, shocked that I could probably parry with him, “I'm not just a little girl, I am a silver blood, a species that was meant to bring your kind to justice and that is what I am going to accomplish.” After declaring, Hughes gnashed his teeth and attacked once again, this time slower than before.

It leans in, coming as close as it can to the warding without getting zapped. “I thought wendigos were extinct.” Lucas takes a step back, reaching behind for my hand. “Apparently not. I’ve never seen one in person before. But that…that’s not what they’re supposed to look like.” “How do we kill it?” “Cut out its heart with a silver knife and bury it in a hex box in holy ground, like a graveyard or church lawn.” “Does it have to be silver? I can’t rip it out?” I make a face. “We could try…but I don’t know how we’re going to get close to that thing. Wendigos are perfect hunters.”

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

Cadogen heaved himself onto his feet. “You are such a brute.” This time Cadogen dodged the blow that came at him. Daire stumbled catching himself before he hit the ground. “Look you barbarian. Do you want to know about Soul-Ties and humans or not?” Daire stopped his attack. “What do you know about it?” Daire’s voice came out like ice.

"You take the ground. Let's show the Hegemony what happens when the merchandise fights back." Dante didn't say a word. He just shifted—not into a man, not into a wolf, but into a massive, three-meter-tall beast of obsidian shadow and silver-tipped fur. He let out a howl that shook the very foundations of the Spire. I didn't wait for the elevator. I smashed through the ceiling, my silver wings propelling me through five levels of concrete and steel like they were wet paper. I burst into the rainy night of Aethelgard.