Johnny Silverhand Concept Art Novels & Stories

"She’s not a key. She’s a little girl." "She is both," the silver sister said. "She is the Anchor that will keep the Mother’s mind from shattering the Earth. And I am the Cradle that will hold her. Together, we are the Trinity. The Flame, the Anchor, and the Cradle. We are the new Architects." "I am nobody's Architect!" I lunged, my hand erupting into a blade of pure, liquid-red fire. I didn't hit her. I hit a wall of **Silver Silence**.

SKY He’s made his choice, and it’s me. Sky Silver. The Silver Moon Pack’s outcast, and the strongest one among them, if I’m being honest. It feels strange being trapped inside this glowing orb, watching the Silver Moon wolves slam into it again and again, unable to break through. Aunt Selene is talking somewhere behind me, but my focus is drawn to the other woman standing outside the barrier. She’s made of light and magic, calm and steady, and I know without being told that she’s family too.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

I smiled and shook my head, feeling like myself again. Then Yael pulled out a gift box from behind him. "Check this out. Hope you like it." I did not hold back. I took it and opened it right away. Inside was the Heart of the Ocean, meant for someone truly special. "Last month, I got invited to this jewelry show, and the host just handed this to me. I thought it was perfect for you. Ha! I've been waiting for the right moment to give it to you. If you don't like it, you can just... you know..."

In the center of it all lies a body—a scout, one of our own. He’s sprawled on the ground, his eyes fixed on the sky, vacant and unseeing. Silver burns slash across his chest, angry and unnatural, sizzling with a magic that chills me to the bone. I know my own power, but this is something else. Something older. Something that reeks of cruelty and warning. Lydia stands apart from the crowd, her face ghostly pale, lips parted in shock. She looks smaller than I remember, her usual confidence stripped away.

To have a relative is a blessing. Despite his grief, he hasn’t left Paola’s side. She’s not doing too well; she’s been seriously injured, and the healer fears that she might not be able to walk again. Silver was injected in her spine, and it’s been eating away at the bone, and there’s nothing we can do about it but wait for it to pass out of her system. The effects of silver are damaging, and usually, can’t be reversed. It’s the same with the undersides of my hands. They’re scarred now, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

He extended his scarred arm without hesitation. ​I watched in a state of paralyzed horror and awe as Silas used a small, obsidian shard to cut away the remaining bandages on Thorne’s hand. The crystal core glowed with a sudden and violent intensity as it was exposed to the silver air. Silas took a deep breath and braced himself against the stone. He plunged his own left hand into the liquid silver while his right hand gripped Thorne’s wrist with a crushing force.

Sky falls from the sky, and Silver catches her in his arms. “I’m sorry, but you can’t steal my weapon—I’m retiring for now, but it’s not over yet hahahah.” He’s disappearing again in his cloud, but I use all my energy and sprint forward; I’m almost there; when I realize I can’t do it, I charge my hand and strike Silver’s face with lightning, who disappears again before my eyes with the woman I love. “SILVER!” I fall to my knees and punch the ground when a hand rests on my shoulder.

Opening my eyes, I saw the hues of the shield surrounding me and spread out my hands to spread out the shield to cover the entire room. I smile in excitement as I see how surprised my mate was looking at the shield. He moves forward to the edge and places his hands on it. I’m sure it did not surprise him because this was the first time he saw a shield that was summoned, as Princess Alexa would have summoned hers in his presence before now, but because my shield differed from his sister’s own. I’m also quite surprised but excited by the appearance of my shield. Instead of the bright rays of light, Princess Alexa’s shield appeared as mine gave out a golden ray of light that glows and dims ever

Silver was still everywhere, directing like a maestro, staring at the naked and writhing bodies, probably getting his next inspiration from the inferno. He had already pulled away from Marco, but his own cock which was now free, was still throbbing and magnificent. Lila and Echo lay tangled, breathing hard, their thighs slick from the intense scissoring that had just torn them apart. Echo’s hungry pale gray eyes took me in, then flicked to Silver as if asking for permission. The artist was lounged in his chair, his dick glistening from Marco’s ass juice, half-hard while he caressed the tits of a new woman.