Lost Silver Creepypasta Novels & Stories

And somewhere in the dark, something old and hungry is watching, waiting for me to decide who—and what—I will become. I open my mouth— —and the air shivers. Not violently. Not explosively. But unmistakably. Silver light coils around my fingers, slow and deliberate, like the magic is responding to my emotions whether I want it to or not. Gasps ripple through the courtyard. I stare at my hands in horror. “I didn’t—” “I know,” Caleb says instantly. “You’re okay. Breathe.” But Lydia smiles. Just a little. “See?” she murmurs. “She can’t control it.”

The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows. I had never seen it before. Until now. The room they shoved me into glimmered faintly under the fluorescent light, every surface coated or lined with silver. Chains hung from the walls, their ends capped with jagged shackles that gleamed with the forbidden metal. The very air felt heavier, oppressive, as if the silver was seeping into my skin, trying to choke me before they even touched me. Fear spiked, white-hot and blinding. “Eryndra,” I gasped inwardly, my knees threatening to fail. “It’s silver. They’ll kill me.”

My throat hurts a lot, I feel weak all over…grieving over the loss of our own. Sitting here, with my back to everyone, hallowed and lost in my grief…the tears don’t desist their flow as I shut my eyes. I can feel the anger, the thirst for blood, the crave to rip off flesh…all diabolic levels of hostility, defusing from every single wolf back there. Bringing my shattered state to turn around, I’m stunned to see Silver…what are those sparks around him? They go off like the lightning and I’m further surprised to see the coat of frost creating a flooring beneath his paws.

He dragged me with him, I dust my body. “Let’s go,” he said, taking my hand in his. I smiled as we walked back to the pack house in a comfortable smile. I couldn’t stop my smile as I was too happy. We got to the pack house and went to the Alpha quarters but suddenly Silver froze. He growls and dashed off, I ran behind him wondering what happened. Suddenly I started hearing the sound of loud moaning followed by a manly groan. Silver got to a door and pushed it opened so hard the door came off, I gasped wondering if that was painful. My widened widely as I entered the room seeing Asher fucking Lillian from the back, they were both extremely naked. My eyes widened more as I looked at her stomac

No matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t. “How is it going?” Aramis entered Silver’s room, who was working on a spell to find the wailing brides. “It’s like a miss after a miss,” she sighed. “I can’t wrap my head around the fact they disappeared soon after they took her body away. There are only earthquakes whenever somebody dies, but they don’t arrive.” Silver seemed to be getting frustrated with meeting dead ends after dead ends.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

"The resonance you brought back from the Shattered Realm didn't just tag along. It acted like a seed. Now, the whole sky is growing a shell of silver." "I don't care about the science of the shell, Zilo. I care about the fact that the people in the square are screaming because their own shadows are trying to throttle them," Sofia snapped, turning away from the railing. Her amber eyes were burning with a fierce, protective light, even as the silver scar on her chest throbbed with a rhythmic, agonizing heat. "Tell me how to stop the bleed. Tell me how we kill a ghost that lives in every puddle and window in this district."

He did not care at all what Collins was doing on the border or what his wolf was dreaming about in the dark. Why should he go through the agonizing pain of tracking a ghost? Collins flipped through the medical sheets once more, then shoved them away in frustration, the paper crinkling under his palms. Then, he turned back to the glowing terminal and searched Ada Lube’s name on the regional pack registry. News about the Silvercrest Holdings leader very quickly flashed before his eyes. The keywords on the headline boards showed up in bold, blood-red font across the network screen. [775 MILLION SILVER PIECES FOR A RITUAL PAIRING.]

Then after that, the ruined place instantly became desolate, with ghosts cowering in fear around the dark corners vanishing into nothingness through some sort of grey power. Just like that, Agatha Silver, a second-batched member immoral host who was already at level 6... was kidnapped. And unlike her sister's case, there were not even ghosts left as witnesses of this perplexing and mind-boggling event.

…………………………… Sophia’s Bedroom Sophia woke up drenched in sweat, she was breathing heavily, she looked at her surrounding wondering what kind of dream she had dreamt, she has not seen silver for a couple of days and she wonder how he was doing, gold refused to tell her exactly where silver was, and she could not mind link him or even call him, it was as if he was not in this world. Sophia picked her phone and called Gold, the phone rang for a couple of times before it was picked by Gold Gold: I swear to Sophia this has better be good, because you just obstruct my wonderful dream Sophia : where is Silver? Sophia asked anxiously, Gold: soph I told you he went some where and he is fine, why would