Lost Silver Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.”

He looks at the two men sitting with their backs to him and thinks: “It must be so they can interrogate me and ensure I'm not a spy. - Come, join us. – the Luna says, and Silver starts moving forward, but two steps away from the table, he stops in his path. The smell of that blood was familiar. His mind becomes confused because he can't identify it. The second man was a human, and a strange human, without any scent, but the first… Silver breathes deeply, letting the smells of the room invade his senses, and when he identifies the smell, his eyes bulge. - Victor?

My fingers scanned the spines until they found the gold—warm to the touch, pulsing with an ancient, hidden power. I pressed it. The floor beneath me groaned. The marble split wide open, revealing a dark, yawning staircase spiraling down into the belly of the academy. The scent of cold earth, wet stone, and ancient blood rose up to greet me. I stepped into the abyss. Behind me, the library doors creaked open. A silhouette stood in the moonlight. It wasn't Zephyr. It wasn't Kael. It wasn't Ronan. It was the Alpha of Silvermoon, his silver-streaked hair glinting, his cold, dead eyes fixed on the hole in the floor where I had vanished.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

To own the ghost that everyone else ignored. His phone buzzed. It was another text from Daisy Mackin. She had been blowing up his phone since he walked out of his bedroom. The girl was like a tick—once she latched on, she didn't know how to let go. The door to the classroom swung open. Silver walked in, her blonde hair perfectly styled and her golden eyes flashing with a wicked light. "Is the school finally burning down?" Adam asked without looking up. "You look excited." Silver rolled her eyes. She sat on the edge of the desk, right next to his feet. "You wish. This place is still the same hellhole it was yesterday. But you? You're trending, brother. Big time."

"The Bloodmoon Pack does not keep people who cause trouble. Since you have so much free time, go to the silver room. Clean all the silver waiting to be processed." The silver room. The most avoided place in the entire Pack. Silver is poison to werewolves. The silver items stained with rogue blood give off a scent that makes werewolves sick to their stomachs. Forcing a human to clean silver was not a punishment. It was humiliation. Luna Catherine looked at Damon. "Any objections?" Damon was silent for a long time. "Fine." In the silver room, knives and arrowheads were piled on the floor. Someone threw me a rag and a bucket of cold water. "Finish by dawn."

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

“And this.” His eyes squinted. “It turned silver after that night, Rich. I don’t think that’s a pregnancy symptom.” He leaned closer, inspecting my hair like it’s some kind of mystery. “Silver…” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “That’s… unusual.” “Unusual? It’s downright terrifying,” I replied, my voice rising a little. “What if this is some kind of werewolf thing? What if it’s because of Lysander—”

The ground split open beneath the ridge. Survivors screamed. Refugees scattered. Cracks raced through the earth in every direction. Silver light erupted from the depths. Blinding. Pure. Ancient. The same silver light that had once belonged to the jailer. Only stronger. Far stronger. The fissure widened. Stone collapsed inward. And something began rising from below. Not a creature. Not a monster. A structure. A staircase. Forged entirely from silver crystal. The staircase climbed impossibly high into the darkness.