Inanimate Insanity Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

By the end of the third week, Silver had learned the rhythm of the house: the morning coffee he brewed exactly at seven, the sound of the front door latch at eight, the soft scrape of metal when he thought she was asleep—guns, maybe, or knives being counted. When he was gone, the place exhaled. She could almost hear it—walls stretching, air uncoiling. She’d use those hours to wander from room to room, pretending it was hers. Pretending she wasn’t cataloguing exits. Her reflection had started to look unfamiliar: skin paler, eyes dulled, mouth too still. Even the cat from the alley—her accidental rescue—wouldn’t come inside anymore. Animals knew when a space had gone bad. The first time he sna

Leave myself exposed to the army? [THE TIME OF APOCALYPSE IS NIGH.] Silver shook his head and looked around. NOt this again. Where was the blasted voice coming from? [THE KNIGHTS ARE WAKING FROM THEIR SLUMBER.] For a second, Silver thought he could see a vast expanse of ocean from the corner of his eyes. This was getting really out of hand. “Who in Undine’s name are you? What do you want from me?” Silver thought it was a feat no one else could achieve, screaming at the top of your lungs, hearing voices in your bloody mind and escaping bolts after bolts of lightning. Silver sighed with disdain. He did not deserve this. No, thank you.

his eyes are on me the whole time as he speaks which rather makes me uncomfortable but I don’t look away, I am trying to get close to him and not the other way round. “You may enjoy” he tells us again and just as one of us picks up his spoon and feeds the food to his mouth, he immediately begins to convulse and he falls to the ground which makes the rest of us immediately drop our spoons in fear. “Oh” his ruthless laughter filters into our ears, “did i forget to mention that some of the foods are laced with silver. If you are lucky, you don’t die and if you are not lucky, you die” I can feel the sarcasm from his voice, and the look of terror from his eyes. He is out to hurt us in the most pa

But I didn’t get a chance to ask questions because her ladies came to join us. “How are you feeling?” they all asked, gathering around her and looking at her pitifully, as if she hadn’t brought this on herself. “Awful!” she snapped. “What can we do?” they inquired. “Just… be quiet.” Silver was clearly very sensitive to sounds this morning, and just to be a pain, I “accidentally” dropped my fork on the ground, making it clatter. Silver shot daggers at me, and I smiled innocently. “Sorry, my bad.” I reached down, picked up the fork, and set it aside before grabbing a new one. The others looked at me like I was an idiot.

★ Silver is standing in front of the casino, smiling with Master X beside her. "This feels so satisfying" she sighed, crossing her arms on her chest. Rook and Hazzan are beside them too, and Rook clicked his tongue. "They abused the wrong person" he said. "The silicone mask maker promised to show up today, why is he not appearing?" Hazzan muttered. Roonie suddenly got a knife, and the first thing he did was slicing away the pènis of the director.

“Depends on how much control she lost. Sometimes a few hours or a day. Last time, three days before she woke up from the silver.” “Silver weakened it?” “She’s immune to silver after the experiments but the thing that lived in her, silver could prevent it from taking control. It’s like having three brains in one body and each of them wanted to take control. If one takes control, not much of the damage she could cause around but if all three take control, that’s what we’re afraid of.” “Why silver?”

he asks through gritted teeth trying to stay calm but failing miserably. I exhale slowly and try to calm myself. “There was a lot of things that happened but the main thing they did was inject me with different concoctions. It usually persisted of silver, wolfsbane and mistletoe. The concoctions would knock me out for a few days, but they would wake me through burning me with different things or beating the shir out of me. There were other methods they used that I am not comfortable enough to discuss with you all. They branded me as you guys saw and burned me with a metal rod. They would put silver powder on my wounds that’s why it left scars, but it also prevented the wounds from closing, s

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.