Is Silver The Hedgehog Evil Novels & Stories

But again, the silver was making the process slower. He was furious would be an understatement. He was more than that. He was in his territory and someone dared to attack him, at his territory only. Could things go worse than this?! It was a direct challenge for him because he could say from the smell that the man wasn't from the North region. 'Are you okay?' Dominic asked his wolf who was affected the most by the silver. Silver always works faster and more dangerously on the wolf than the human body. It weakens the wolf which automatically slows down the healing power and eventually weakens the human body.

Instead, the dagger embedded on his side and he hissed out. As fumes rose from the wounded area, Olivia realized with horror that it was not just any dagger but a silver dagger. Silver was toxic to werewolves, and wounds caused by silver didn’t heal like they usually do. The longer the contact with the metal, the more lethal the effects were. As she saw the metal hilt of the dagger still protruding from his body, Olivia felt fear, like she had never known. She remembered the day when she had first met him and how she had vowed to hate him when he claimed her against her will. It felt like an eternity ago, but as she watched the man she was supposed to hate, she could only feel pain and fear.

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

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.

But not everyone has to deal with a giant biker glaring at them balefully, dropping off endless documents in a chilly silence, and answering perfectly reasonable questions in a snarky, sneering tone – when he answers them at all. Jo had spent the day trying to absorb a whole hell of a lot of complicated information all at once, and that was after she’d had to absorb the fact that Zeke was Silver, Silver was in The Road Devils, and Silver was a real idiot who Jo was sorry to have ever met, let alone had sex with.

That is when I noticed something my eyes had missed out on earlier. Something sharp and shiny was embedded in his skin. ‘Silver,’ I realized with a start. I wasn’t sure when exactly the rogue leader had pulled out silver to hurt Elijah, but I could see tiny bits and pieces sticking out of his skin. As if it hadn’t been a clean cut of a silver blade but something that burst into pieces and lodged itself inside his skin, slowing down the healing. Silver used to be our kryptonite. It hampered the wolf’s ability to heal, reduced a wolf’s strength and was deadly to werewolves if not treated on time.

Not even from some steel prison made of silver. The hunter tried again to point the end of his gun at her, his hands shaking like a baby who's brain has just been taken over by jaundice. "Stop moving!" She said without looking at him. "Put your gun down." I heard the weapon fall. Interesting. "You are not human," one of them said, horror clouding his face. "Neither is he." She walked over to where I was and I could tell that the hesitation in her eyes was evident. Silver had a negative effect on wolves, but she wasn't exactly a wolf. Was she?

I shook my head at my mate, confused as to why his body wasn't doing the same. "Why aren't you healing?" I asked, and Theonardo sighed, licking his lips, looking ashamed. "Silver." I was unaware that witches knew of our weakness to silver, the fact a pretty big secret among the wolf community, and it pained me that Azazra and her minions had figured it out. It meant they had yet another advantage over us, the silver making it almost impossible to shift. "Theonardo, I'm scared," I whispered, a few tears leaking from my eyes, and I blinked them away as best as I could, not wanting my mate to see.

This one was a replica of a silver dagger that I borrowed from Uncle Aeon’s collection. Silver is fatal to werewolves, especially if it is mixed in the blood. And all silver daggers had such a high concentration that it was hard to obtain one. Cutting him deep with it would be a sure way to die. Mine was not real, but he didn’t need to know that. His forehead creased when he saw my hand, and I was sure it registered on him that I was holding a silver one.

“He’s in so much pain.” “And it will only get worse,” Steven says. “Don’t be crass,” Beau says, and that’s rich, coming from him. But this time, I’m inclined to agree. There’s no time for correction though, not with Neil’s life potentially on the line. “You know what’s wrong?” I ask Steven nods critically. “It’s silver poisoning.” The boys gasp. I do too. Silver is poisonous to werewolves, but only if it enters the bloodstream. Part of my research into warrior training was understanding that silver weapons would be utilized by our potential enemies. But even being stabbed with a silver blade shouldn’t look like this…