I Can't Find Those Silver Linings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

•• I ignored him. ••I need it before Coach Williams’ birthday party, Stiles. Get it ready.•• I commanded. ••What!?•• he screamed loud in my head. ••Yo! I don't even have an idea how to get this thing and you're giving me an ultimatum?•• ••Goodbye, Stiles.•• ••Now I regret this mind-link with—•• I smiled, cutting off the link before he finished talking. I knew it was difficult to find, especially within Silverfangs. But that was the only kind of tracker that was dependable in times like this. Besides, we had played around with this shit for way too long already.

Octavia Pov "Hey mate,” Silver said, a beautiful smile on his face. Why the hell is Misha doing this? So she wants us to fight these two people who look like Silver and Lillian. And the worst part is that I can feel the mate bond and Lila is awake now mumbling mate. I sighed. Misha is really asking for it.

Trees broke, the ground cracked, and bright red, silver, black, and crimson sparks flew across the area. "You..." On the moon... not possible!""it hissed. "The last blow will kill everyone, but you..." I yelled, "I AM THE SILVER HEART!" My eyes were burning, my heart was rushing, and my spirit was rising."AND YOU CAN'T DESTROY WHAT I LOVE!"

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

“What is wrong with you lately? It is like you became a completely different person. Did you not hear me talking to you?” I turned my head with impatience. “I have no plans to go with you. I am just tidying things up.” He let out a sigh of relief, then explained further. “It is not that I do not want you to come along. It is just that Lilith said she is in a bad mood, so it is not very convenient to bring you. If you want to see the northern ice plains and the northern lights too, I will take you there after a while.”

"Leo, let go of my wrist," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper against the loud, thumping of the rain on the metal roof of the car. "We can't do this. We can't keep finding ourselves in dark lots." "I told you, Ivy, I can't just switch it off," Leo said.

Honour I hold the pill cup in the palm of our hand and stare at them for a moment. One is a light purple color, one is black, and the third is white with a shimmer to it. "What are they supposed to do?" I shoot a glance at Carla. "I don't know what all they have, but I know the white has silver in it. One of them probably has wolfsbane." She shifts her weight between her feet as she holds the bottle of water out for me.

She must be saved! Vic sighed. - Do you have any suggestions? He glanced at the doctor, who trembled slightly, wrapping his arms around himself. - Well, purely theoretically, silver should act on the dead, - the teenager gave out. – I read about it somewhere. - Purely theoretically - yes, - Vic agreed, remembering how this same silver, even during his lifetime, began to burn his skin quite noticeably. - Okay, we carefully go around the house and look for silver. Stick together. And I'll stay with Lirta.

Alice POV As Liam and I entered one of the rooms, my heart sank at the sight of Silver, huddled on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Her once radiant spirit seemed overshadowed by fear and worry. I rushed to her side, offering my hand to help her up, and enveloped her in a comforting embrace. "Silver, it's going to be alright," I whispered, trying to soothe her trembling form. "Take deep breaths. We're here now, and we'll get through this together."

The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky with shades of gold and lavender. A soft breeze stirred the leaves, carrying with it the scent of pine and dew—a scent I hadn’t realized I missed until now. Silverclaw stood bruised, but it was standing. We had faced darkness, loss, and trials that could have shattered us, yet here we were. Alive. Together.