Gold Lost Silver Novels & Stories

I didn't actually have any intention of using, what I told Morning about the bullets being precious was true. Although the bullets were silver to maximize their lethality to wolves and shifters, they weren't as expensive as pure silver. Instead, the blacksmiths had come up with an ingenious way to cut down the costs. Instead of being pure silver, the bullets were an amalgam. They were mostly made of brass as per normal bullets, but they had a silver component imbedded as the head. It reduced the cost while still introduction silver to wolves in a lethal manner. But even with that method, silver was silver expensive. So it had to be managed in guns.

She has to convince everyone again that she is the Ceo and she can still carry on with her duties very well. “Leaving the stone at the center means the idea isn't unique and making it silver means not getting a lot of buyers. Gold is better. A lot of people prefer gold to silver and gold is going to reveal the beauty of this design better than silver or diamond.” Everyone in the room nodded in agreement when they heard Rosy's explanation, except for Mr. Wright who wished his eyes could kill her right away. “I have a picture of the three of them, my team and I haven't chosen yet,” the jewelry team leader said, reducing the tension in the room.

And protecting my wolf… is that why I shifted late? > “There is more to silver than just weakness…it adapts. Malleable under certain herbs. Reactive with heat. I tried mixing it with moonroot, It resisted. But with sunberry, it fused. What scares me most is the pattern. These metals…they’re everywhere.” > My pulse races. My fingers tremble on the page. > “Moonlit Pack has expanded trade beyond what Alpha Rowland promised. They’re not just refining metal now…they’re manufacturing it for things no healer should touch. And Pine Shadows knows. They’re waiting.”

I had previously heard silver affected werewolves. ‘It does. In large amounts. But we can handle silver with impurities; white gold, platinum. Anything that dulls its sting. But we use silver.’ Even Luke and Primrose tied the knot too. A quiet chapel, just us. I’ll never forget the joy in their eyes as Luke carried her to the car like she was the only thing that mattered. Now we’re in Gerald’s room. As husband and wife. His last words before I said yes, still echo in my ears.

She said and took her seat next to Marcus who had pulled a chair out for her. “What did you find?” I inquired. She looked up at me with no odd look whatsoever. “My team and I realized the recent attack on the border which resulted in some silver stolen, is in fact in the markets. And this just came in.” She passed each of us a document. I furrowed my brows, flipping through the pages. “What are we looking at?” “If you look at it closely, that is the ledger of the silver merchants. Their silver inventory and transaction records don’t match what they have in stock. And now they are forcing ignorant buyers to purchase confiscated silver.” Evelyn explained.

The silver bands around her flickered. The veins beneath the ground stuttered, their rhythm faltering. The presence roared, furious now. THIS IS NOT THE WAY. “Too bad,” I growled. “It’s ours.” Light exploded from the cut in my hand—not silver. Gold. Warm. Fierce. Alive. It surged across the platform, wrapping around Tyla, weaving with the silver instead of fighting it. Her scream broke off into a sharp gasp as the bands loosened, no longer constricting—aligning.

Hector's POV The explosive properties of the silver nitrate I created were known to disintegrate your opponent from within. I carefully mixed silver and nitric acid in a controlled environment to create silver nitrate. Through a process called chemical synthesis, the silver atoms bonded with the nitrate ions, resulting in the formation of silver nitrate. The explosive properties of silver nitrate were then harnessed for destructive purposes, causing the internal disintegration of the opponent upon contact. Keeping the weapon a secret was necessary since it was so deadly to wolves. However, here it was in front of us.

She held it, steady and warm, and she let it move from her palms into the wound. She felt the silver resist. That surprised her — not the fact of it, she had expected resistance, but the texture of it, the particular cold stubbornness of silver in living tissue, the way it clung to the pathways it had already opened. She pushed gently rather than hard. Gold didn't override — it changed the temperature of things, it made the wrong environment for what was living there. She kept her palms flat and warm and let the gold do what it did. Julian made a sound. Not pain. Something more surprised than that.

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

As I turned the pages, a cold wave of shock and anger rushed through my veins. This was not a book of normal trade laws. It was a detailed, secret record of massive, illegal silver smuggling operations. Silver was the ultimate weakness of every Lycan. Pure silver metal could burn a werewolf’s skin, stop their supernatural healing, and weaken their inner wolf until they could no longer fight. Because of this extreme danger, the royal laws of the Crescent Phoenix pack were very strict. No one was allowed to import, trade, or hold large amounts of silver without the direct permission of the three princes.