El Silvon 소설 & 이야기

He let his gaze wander over the crowd. "Her name is Alissa, and she's over by the fireplace." Samantha nodded towards the fireplace. "If you'll excuse me then, I just want to get a quick drink." He grinned at the two with a wink and turned around. Immediately his expression petrified. He didn't like playing spoiled, easy-going brother, but he just had to give that impression. He went straight to Alissa. "Hi!" He greeted her, put the empty glass on the tray that she was still holding and took a new one. "Today you have to make sure that I always have a glass in my hand." He whispered close to her ear and turned her so that he could see the Masons. Hendrik was talking to Sven Kammerfeld, a ban

Always and forever. With my Liana Holmes.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

I can feel Angela rubbing my back as I finish a shortened version of what Luke told me. “Lucas, have you ever heard of Silvix?” “No ma’am.” “I didn’t think so. Silvix is a pseudo silver that was created for situations of ferality and similar situations as yours. Silvix is going to sedate your wolf so that you don’t have to fight him for control. There’s a decent burn with the IV stuff but the first dose is much larger than the rest which is why it’s given this way. I’m going to set the feeder to thirty minutes as I don’t think you're going to handle the pain very well. Once you’re calm, we will explain what HSD is and how we are going to treat it.”

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

"Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?" Dr. Riley sighed. “True, wolfsbane doesn't kill, but silver does—at least when left for a longer period in the bloodstream." I took the other tube from his hand and surveyed it. "But there isn't any silver here. How would they have gotten silver?" I questioned. “There is, in that one, if you look closely," he gestured for the tube in Harry's grip, the one that contained the wolfsbane we had seen earlier. Harry raised the tubes against the sun while he squinted. "I do see something in it, but barely."

"Help yourself." Silas walked into the kitchen, his movements silent on the herringbone floors. He picked up a bone-china cup and poured himself a dark stream. He didn't add sugar. He didn't add cream. He drank it black, the steam fogging his silver-rimmed spectacles. "Vincenzo is a man of many talents," Silas said, leaning against the marble island. "But his taste in 'consultants' is what puzzles the Don. Most men in his position choose a woman for her silence. He seems to have chosen you for your noise."

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"