Gold Lost Silver Novels & Stories

"Silver?" Sliver could be harmful to werewolves. It could affect their wolves, making them unable to shift. It could also weaken their body and senses, their speed and strength. It just makes them lose all of their werewolves advantages, until they are just like humans. Sometimes, it makes them sick, but there had not been a case where it killed anyone. Ezra kept back the burger in the plate. "I need some silver. Powdered, preferably." She demanded. "What do you need powdered silver for?" Ezra asked her. "You want to put it in her food as well?"

“What metal is your favorite to work with?” “Iron, for sure. It holds the most resonance. It’s thick with it, and there’s a lot I can do with iron. I can turn it into gold and gems, for one. Copper is great for alchemy, but it hurts me for some reason. It burns when I touch it. Silver–” I pinch my mouth closed, but the damage is done. Silver can tear a wolf to shreds. “Silver?” When I don’t answer right away, Aris jiggles the ladder.

" There should be five hundred gold coins there. Use the left over for any future purchases either of these two desire." Chris then reached in his pocket and pulled out a small handful of gold. "And this is for you, I apologize if I startled you." Her eyes quickly scanned over the counter. 'He's giving me ten gold coins!' The money rate was like this, one thousand silver equaled ten large silver coins, or one gold coin, also the same thing with copper coins one thousand equaled one silver, and finally one thousand gold coins or ten large equaled one platinum coin.

Showing them the truth would be the best explanation. She pulled off the earrings she had on her left ear. "This is gold. I know werewolves and many other supernatural creatures cannot even have silver close to them, but sages are different. We can hold gold and use it, and that is why you see me holding onto my favourite jewellery gifted to me by Alpha Aaron. However, when weaponized, it is as deadly as silver on a werewolf.”

Upgradable: 50,000 gold coins “...!” “Why is it so f*cking expensive?!” “Vlody” continent's currency exchange is like this... « 100 copper » --> « 1 silver » « 10 silver » --> « 1 gold » So 50,000 gold coins is obviously a hefty sum of money even a city lord would hesitate on spending that kind of money on something unnecessary. Feng Shaotian could only sit on the ground dejectedly. ‘Why am I born poor even in this world?’

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

The air vibrated with power so ancient it felt older than the world itself. And then, he saw them. Figures cloaked in silver light, their faces indistinct, their eyes burning with knowledge and sorrow. Voices overlapped, weaving into a chant that was both prayer and curse. He couldn’t make out the words at first, only fragments, whispers slipping into his bones. “Blood of fire… born of betrayal…” “The Sundering… a wound unhealed…” Kaelen staggered forward, desperate to understand. “What do you mean? Who am I?!”

What a bunch of pathetic idiots LMAO. Then the owner gave me 150 pieces of gold coins in exchange for all the pieces of the broken piece of glass I had. From what Liza have told me, 10 silver coins can be converted per 1 piece of gold coin, and a silver coin could be converted to 100 copper coins. Slowly, I’m starting to get the knowledge on how currency and money runs in this world. Liza was just standing behind me, watching is awe as I fool people from the shop.

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

Frowning, I glanced in the direction he was growling. There was a box. And a rose lying right next to it… What the---?! I grabbed the rose, but instantly let it go, feeling my skin sizzle. My heart dropped as I realized--- Silver! She had breathed in silver! Silver wasn't deadly for us. However, it did leave serious damage and scarring if it was ever used as a weapon. If it came into contact with our skin, it cut us off from our wolves and hindered the natural healing process, leaving us vulnerable for a while. The feeling was like fire, burning you like a bad allergic reaction...