Romans & histoires Inanimate Insanity Silver Spoon

There are cupcakes, donuts, scones, and cookies, all decorated and dusted with powdered sugar and colorful toppings. “Will, come on out, your bestest buddy is here to see you!” Akio yells. Silence follows his words. There’s not even the sound of the shower running. “I hope he’s not sleeping in there.” Akio mutters to himself, his eyebrows creasing with real worry for a split second before he shakes his head, dispelling it. “Anyways, how does it feel to cheat death, Bossy Bells?” “She didn’t cheat death.” Evin counters. “The excess silver in the water temporarily shut down her immune system.”

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

“Love what-” “Alpha that is dangerous!!!” Alan came to the doorway. “SAMANTHA SERENE SILVER!!!” I looked back to the mirror and her eyes were completely silver, mine were glowing gold as well... “ALPHA STOP!!!” “REMEMBER!!!!” I gasped as the giant chain clattered once before it shattered, dissolving into nothing. Somewhere I felt myself falling before the endless blackness took us both.

“Cole, I am very sorry but things seem to be getting worse which is why I want to record this conversation. Is that okay with you?” He raises his head slowly from his hands, he looks completely exhausted but manages to speak. “Yes ma’am. That’s fine.” She places the phone on the table beside Cole considering he’s the quietest one out of the three of us. “I don’t mean to scare you but I’m certain you are already aware that things are getting very bad for you. The flair you had upstairs as well as the one you had a few minutes ago is a very concerning symptom of silver withdrawal so it’s very important that you be completely honest with me. Have you ever, at any time in your life, used silver

"Your side, my side. We established this. Try to respect it." "Right. Yeah, I can do that." I started unpacking. "So, in Silvercrest, is everyone here insane or just you?" "Define insane." "Hanging from ceilings. Dumping iced tea on people. The general vibe of this place being one bad day away from a horror movie." Riven laughed. "You're observant, which is good because that'll help you survive." He sat on his bed, pulled his laptop onto his lap. "Silvercrest has rules that are unspoken ones. Want the list?"

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

The metal bars have ridges, either smooth bumps or sharp spikes, that would bore into their thumbs, trapping them in the metal mechanism, thereby crushing their bones. It's a small, torturous device that inflicts extreme pain without much effort. Too small that they tend to underestimate it at first sight without experiencing what it is capable of at first. But once used on them, they became frightful of it and any preceding devices I use next because the thumbscrew put them on alert that if the first instrument on them could be this deadly, then any other one used next would be deadlier. Taking the thumb of his right hand between my fingers, "I actually don't need you to talk to know who se

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

Third-Person POV "What did you say?" Cole exclaimed, his voice pitching an entire octave. The joyous atmosphere immediately disappeared. The assistant handed his phone to Cole and said, "Look." Joanna was wearing a bitter smile as she sat in front of the camera. Her skin was covered in mottled bruises. She pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills from her bag and held it in front of the camera. The comments egged her on. "End your life if you have the guts. A lunatic like you will only harm yourself and others if you stay alive."

A soft song plays in the background. Its fine tune flows through the air and resonates around the room. The room is spacious but filled with an atmosphere of wicked intentions. There is a round pool inside; it is not filled with water but blood. Adrian, Alex and another man stay close to one edge of the pool. Adrian and Alex are silent as this unknown character plays with a silver coin in his hand. Throwing it into the air and catching it. Just as the silver coin begins to burn his hand he throws it back into the air and continues this circle of activity.