Romans & histoires Inanimate Insanity Silver Spoon

BEFORE YOU READ: WARNING, THE CHAPTER MIGHT APPEAR TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS. The chapter contains a description of slight insanity and the mention of a forced intimate act between two MEN. Lenox pov "God fucking damn it, is it so hard to understand that I have a spoon?" I wave the thing in his face as the coward steps away from me. "A fucking silver spoon! And I'm sure as fuck ain't afraid to use it!" I hiss at him.

~Emily~ She had just finished eating the beef stew and cornbread her brothers had brought her. She was still mostly in shock about what she’d found out earlier. The men that shot her used silver. They knew. Silver wasn’t as potent to them as the movies and books would make you think. However it was very dangerous. Just like the limestone in the dungeon, it prevented them from healing. It stayed in their blood stream and wound poison them eventually if they didn’t get a antidote quickly.

Astonished, they both stared at it, then burst into laughter. “You sure, sweet thing?” Silver teased her, his eyes dancing and his lips curled up in a drop-dead sexy grin. “‘Cause it sounds to me like you could use a bacon cheeseburger.” Like some bizarre Pavlovian response, her stomach growled again. “Uh, well,” she said, attempting dignity in her robe, with horror hair and her stomach howling. “Maybe I could eat.” Still grinning, Silver called down and asked for two burgers and two orders of fries. Jo sipped her wine with as much decorum as she could muster under the circumstances, and considering that she looked like a drowned rat. He hung up, then looked over at her.

My heart was pounding so violently I thought it might give me away. Then she turned back toward me. “Wake up,” Silver said calmly. “I know you’re awake. You heard everything.” There was no point pretending anymore. I opened my eyes fully and met her gaze. “You’re insane,” I said hoarsely. “Completely insane.” She smiled. A slow, chilling smile. “So you are awake,” she said, tilting her head. “Good. I hate talking to sleeping people.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Why are you doing this?” I demanded, fear mixing with anger. “Do you even hear yourself?”

Bailey, lingering near the door, whispered, “That is his love language.” Colton closed his eyes. Mara examined the branching redness near the wound. “Silver poisoning isn’t just a burn,” she said, and I realized after a second that she was speaking to me. “It interferes with healing. Agitates the shift response. Causes fever, tremor, aggression, sometimes hallucination if exposure is prolonged.” I looked at Colton. He was watching me instead of Mara. My chest tightened. “Hallucination?” “Not this time,” Mara said. “He’s stubborn, not dying.”

“Just a little something to remind you that you need to come fast enough for your wife if she means that much to you.” “You're a real psychopath.” Kian spat with hatred and malice in his eyes. One that seemed like they indeed knew each other just took well. “I wonder what we Silvers saw in you. We must have been blind. I must have been blind.” Wait, even the Silvers know this guy? Was he a member of something? A traitor? So many questions, yet all of them bottled up at the back of my throat. “M…my b..bro...ther…”

Claire pouted as she trudged over and stuck her lip out once Alisha’s hands covered her eyes. With some help, we rolled Franky over so I could pull down his underwear and start carving into his junk with his own knife. The few males on the cage paled and had to look away, but many of the women looked on with satisfaction. No doubt this asshole abused more than a few of them. Reaching up to my sleeve where my packet of silver dust was still hidden with duct tape, I took a small pinch out and started spreading it into all of the cuts I made. Now it wouldn’t heal quickly, helping to spread the story of our new sickness.

So Sane knew that it was really good, and he would really scare his ass off. His breathing was fast and ragged as they entered the pitch black room. He was trying to make sense of his surroundings as he was familiar with the audiovisual room where the booth was being held. He even saw it getting decorated so he was trying to convince himself that he had already seen the place. However, it was pitch black, and he could barely see anything. Sane didn’t want to hold onto anyone, especially Seleen because he was afraid that he’d startle her again, but as the beating of his heart was already becoming unbearable, he grabbed Haniel’s arm instead.

But to every soul that had ever heard the bloom’s hum in their chest. “To those who walk in shadow: we do not fear you. To those who build in silence: we do not silence you. To those who remain unrooted: the bloom offers soil, not chains.” “Come not to kneel. Come to resonate.” It was the first global call of the Silver Pact. And it did not command. It invited. Three days after the call, a new bloom appeared. Not in the forest. Not near any bonded soul. But in the Hollow Plains, where no magic had touched in centuries.

The first silver light of morning poured through the high, arched windows of Luna’s inner keep, slicing into the war chamber in long, ethereal beams. Dust motes drifted through that pale glow, drifting above cold stone walls etched with centuries of scars. The lingering scent of embers still clung to the air, mingled with the sharp tang of iron—a reminder that the forge and the battlefield were never far apart. Soldiers clustered in dim pools of light, their voices hoarse with fatigue, armor clinking softly as they shifted. Boots scraped against ancient tiles, echoing like whispered warnings.