Johnny Silverhand Concept Art Novels & Stories

My screen was already blown up with notifications. ''Harrington Heartbeat: Blind Item.'' '“Which scholarship sweetheart is currently double-dipping in the Silvercrest gene pool? Seems our resident ‘artist’ is painting a masterpiece of manipulation, playing both the Golden Boy and the Biker Rebel. Careful, girlie—if you play with fire and ice at the same time, you just end up wet and burned.”'

Its blood-red eyes instantly dimmed. Anyone could see the difference— the Silverium Puppet had lost its control and become a lifeless object. However, that was not Andrius’ goal. Swoosh! “Esoteric Art: Spirit Communion!” Andrius shouted, sending the Silverium Puppet into the air and falling with his forehead first. Andrius placed his left hand on its forehead and his right hand on its abdomen. A soul imprint separated from him and entered the Silverium Puppet’s body. Whirr...

Johnny taunted her. Silver groaned playfully. "Oh god, why am I always stuck with you?." "Aww I hate you too!." Johnny said placing a hand over his heart sarcastically. "How much longer before I kill this guy?." Silver asked me. "Once we get the file!." I said with my signature smirk. Truth be told, I did enjoy their company, Johnny was dead sarcastic and savage all the time with his bad boy attitude while Silver was witty and playful. They'd be a perfect match.

I felt… clean. ​ I blinked, the room slowly coming into focus. I was lying on a cot in the corner of the small lodge, covered by heavy blankets. Kael Blackwood was sitting on the floor beside me, his back propped against the wall. He was shirtless, his shoulders broad and corded with muscle, and he was staring, wide-eyed, at my unconscious hand. ​ I followed his gaze. ​ My hand was clenched. Around my wrist, a delicate, icy cuff of pure silver metal was visible, glinting even in the dim light. It was beautiful, ornate, and clearly magical.

The machines connected to Carter are going crazy and I am pretty sure that is not a good sign, but I remain focused on what I am doing. Suddenly there is intense burning in my hands as little drops of silver starts coming into the air and dissolving as soon as they hit the air around me. The doctor and nurses step back so they are not infected by the silver. I stand there for what feels like hours holding my shaking hands above Carter’s body.

The "First Transaction" of the collector was not a trade of currency, but a trade of "Archetypes." The "Avatar of the Past"—the eighteen-year-old Silas Blackwood—stood in the center of the "Grey Static" left by the Merchant’s deletion. He was a masterpiece of "Alpha Purity," his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a shadowless, clinical brilliance. He carried the "Original Silver Dagger," and his stormy sea-grey eyes were two solid pools of unadulterated pride.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

And when I do, the first thing I see is a silver hand extended to me. "Trust me, Lina!" I look at the woman, and my jaw drops. I look around to see if I find something else, but my jaw is hiding from me because it's still wide open. Yeah! I've definitely gone crazy! The woman extending her hand to me is entirely silver and emits a radiant silver light. It resembles the light emitted by the moon. Her face is angelic, and in her eyes, I see nothing but affection, compassion, sweetness, and other good qualities.

He was a silhouette of jagged energy, his silver eyes glowing like twin moons. The creature holding me was a "Void-Walker"—a spindly, grey-skinned thing with too many joints and eyes like clouded glass. It hissed as Dante’s shadow tendrils lashed out, wrapping around the creature’s throat and incinerating it into ash before it could let out a second breath. In an instant, Dante was over me. He didn't grab me—he couldn't—but he stood over my fallen form like a vengeful god, his aura forming a protective dome that pulsed with lethal energy.

Sleep State Confirmed. Marcus opened his eyes. The Chrome Diamonds gleamed in the dim light. He raised his hands, staring at the faded, blood-stained athletic tape wrapped around his knuckles. Slowly, silently, he let his silver mana bleed out from his core, soaking into the fabric. The tape shifted, turning into a metallic, liquid state. The Liquid Silver hardened, forming invisible, dense brass knuckles over his skin.