Johnny Silverhand Concept Art Novels & Stories

To be fair, Brent maybe hadn’t expected Jack to turn up with a vampire in tow, not to mention they’d planned to ambush and likely murder him…yeah, they were both assholes and idiots. Jack pulled the door off what was left of the safe and let out a cry of satisfaction. He stood up, a small silver thing cradled in his palm. I leaned in to get a better look. Even though I didn’t have any magic beyond the necromancy infused into my blood and bones, and couldn’t have cast a spell to save my life, the artifact radiated power, in a subtle, raising-the-hair-on-your-arms kind of way. The silver filigree comprised most of a half-sphere, with some kind of black stone peeking out from underneath. Jack r

“Greedy girl.” He took pity on her now, and he moved his hand back to her pussy, circling her clit this time. Jolene’s hands wandered to his broad shoulders, her nails digging into them hard enough to cut him through the t-shirt. But Silver didn’t give a good goddamn: he had a beautiful woman gyrating in front of him, riding his fingers, her breasts being offered up like delicious fruit… what the hell did he care about a few gouges?

The man cried out in agony as he uses his left hand to clutch on his wound to try to stop his blood from gushing out but what he felt is a rough charred black skin and muscle of his. His wound had been cut and burned to stop his blood from flowing out at the same time because Silver doesn’t want this low-life blood to spill on the floor that had been graced by her lord. “Silver fed him the pill.” As Zhu Wushang command, Silver picked up a pill on a small plate in front of the one-arm cultivator and fed it to him. Silver forced that cultivator to sat down by pushing down his shoulder. “Answer me. Are you a spy? Or have any ill intention against me?” Asked Zhu Wushang as he waits for the answe

He tossed it against a second-story window. Clack. A moment later, the window swung open. Silver stood there, her long hair messy, her fingers stained with blue and red oil paint. Despite her influencer persona, art was the only thing she truly loved. It was her escape. She looked down at Jackson and frowned. "Seriously?" she asked, her voice flat. "How long are you going to keep ignoring me, Silver?" Jackson asked, scratching the back of his neck playfully. Silver stared at him. He was cute, in a dumb, golden-retriever kind of way. If he weren't related to Sheryl, if he weren't a tool for her father's greed, she might have actually considered him.

More children, laughter, life full. But Aiden’s hand bore a faint swirl mark—always silver and gold. Power of light, a call to do good. The world would heal slowly, and love would win big. True peace had come—or perhaps it was quiet before a new adventure. Boy smiled at his mom and dad. Future bright. Love strong.

It was no longer the whimpering, dying pup being tortured by Silver Dust. It was an elegant and powerful moon wolf, radiating a pure, silver light. "See?" Asher's wolf gently nuzzled mine, like two wolves sharing a tender moment in the moonlight. "She was never broken. Only dormant, waiting for the right moment to reawaken." I opened my eyes, tears welling up. "Thank you, Asher." "Don't thank me," he said gently. "This is the power you always had." With my strength returned, I began creating my psychic art again.

The rogue looked exhausted now like whatever strength brought him here was fading quickly. Still…his eyes sharpened when he looked at me again. “You truly don’t know,” he continued. I remained expressionless. “Know what?” The rogue swallowed slowly. “The Silver Wolf.” “Speak carefully,” I warned. The rogue nodded once. “There are stories older than kingdoms,” he said hoarsely. “Stories rogue packs pass down when royal bloodlines try to erase them.” I said nothing. The rogue continued. “They speak of a wolf touched by silver moonlight. Neither fully Lycan nor fully werewolf.”

Katya pulled her strength from the other Wolves and Shifters with a blinding flash the silver chains shattered and she pulled herself to her feet standing in front of the Professor, her eyes molten silver orbs as sparks arced from her. Katya pulled her strength from the other Wolves, and with a blinding flash, the chains shattered. She stood before the man, her eyes molten silver orbs, sparks arcing from her. The man backed away lifting the controller ‘Such a pity I would have enjoyed playing with you so much’ He went to press the button but nothing happened, as he watched the silver cuffs melted from her and she tore off the collar throwing it at his feet then stepping forward she shifted a

The door to the cell flung open and a big and broody guy walked in with a few syringes in his hand and a guard that stood at the entrance of the cell. “It’s your lucky day little girl, we’re going to give you a little bit of silver and wolfsbane to see how your little body suffers” he says with a chuckle

The force of the blow sent a silicone belly prosthesis rolling out from under her dress. It bounced twice in the dead-silent hall, a grotesque plastic lump, before coming to a stop right at the elders' feet. The heir was a lie. The so-called bloodline, the so-called future... it was all one big lie. Everyone's eyes turned to pure disgust. Isla went pale as a sheet. Click. The cold silver cuffs snapped onto her wrists and ankles. The pure silver burned her skin with a horrific sizzle, sending up plumes of black smoke.