Httyd Silver Phantom Novels & Stories

“Ms. Silver, I must ask you to deliver this to my wife. I still have matters to attend to in Zymurgy, and you can enter the Great Historial Land by yourself. I’ve granted you the qualification.” The Ythril Pill flew towards the colorful light and disappeared without a trace. It was not until this moment that Silver suddenly laughed lightly. “Morgott, how is it?”

He just opened his mouth, and the silver sludge from the mercury-react dribbled onto the floor. Vance fell back against the terminal. "What have you done to him?" "I saved him," I said. "Something you would never understand." "You think this is over?" Vance laughed, a high, desperate sound. She pressed a button on the terminal. "The Silver-Eater isn't just a vacuum, Joshua. It’s a homing beacon. And it’s tuned to the specific frequency of your child’s heart." The ground shook. A low, bone-deep hum started. It was coming from the sky.

The silver is too loud to push back down through raw will—the Obsidian Well can't hold this volume, not right now. I hear his boots in the corridor. Fast and certain. I pull the Phantom Blade from the bedpost. The titanium needle starts humming the moment my fingers close around it, the silver from my skin leaping onto the metal like recognition. I fold my glowing arms against my stomach, press them against the child, and try to use the pregnancy as camouflage—the warmth of the life inside me blurring my thermal signature into something that might, at a distance, read as maternal. The biometric plate flashes from red to green.

“Thank you.” My mouth hung open when I heard that, the emotions clearly written on my face. Even Silver looked mildly surprised, a light acknowledgment visible in his eyes. Silver then snorted softly, his bubbly aura slowly returning back, the atmosphere that was previously gloomy cleared up. “I am going to catch her now,” Silver vanished. His speed shocked me because I could not believe that anything could move that fast. “He's a thousand years old, he can do things that seem crazy to us.” Cayden explained.

He tapped on a button to make a trade request for Silver Fantasy… Georgie knew about Silver Fantasy. It was the only supreme, invincible, and untouchable Counselor’s weapon in the entire server. “How much did you buy it for?” Georgie looked at Henry and asked.

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.

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.”

,he continued,his voice low and measured never taking his eyes off Salvatore. “And what is the price for such….generosity?” Ignoring his question,Don Silver continued. “A realignment of power,Salvatore.”,his tone lowered to a whisper as he leaned forward. “The drug routes you have been eyeing for expansion…..they could be yours.Exclusively if I might add.” The gleam of avarice in Salvatore’s eyes at the mention of the drug routes could not be missed. “What is this proposition going to cost me?”,Salvatore spat,his voice hoarse.

I hurled a warm smile at the couple, which elicited the same gesture from them. "Anytime," Kiro answered. "By the way, you need this." Hailey showed the diamond silver stone on her palm. Its smoothness made it stand out, glistening like a star in the night sky. "Take this in your way." "What's that?" Filomena queried before she quickly took it and carefully looked at the stone. "That's the key to a silver tunnel. But..." "But what?" "Once you leave here, many enemies will sense the stone, and they know perfectly what that is."

Daxon demanded, standing up, hand on his gun. "No," Silas said, his face pale. "It's transmitting. Heriberto is projecting a message onto the barrier." We ran to the balcony. Against the night sky, the red dome of the Blood Ward was acting like a massive movie screen. A face, shadows and static, was projected onto it, fifty feet high. The Hollow King. "People of Silverfang," the voice boomed, shaking the ground beneath our feet. "Your Alphas are monsters. Your land is dead. I offer you one last chance."