Lost Silver Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"Silver hair, Silver eyes and a mark on her neck." Draven's pulse quickened. The mark. The symbol of the Keepers. Stefan continued. "She knew things she shouldn't have known. About Crestmoon. About BloodFall. About Philipa." Now Draven was fully alert. "What did she say about Philipa?" Stefan looked directly at him, his expression was deadly serious. "She called Philipa..." A pause, then—"The Child of the Silver Moon." The words hit Draven like a physical blow, because he had seen nearly the same phrase inside the damaged BloodFall archives.

The white light that had exploded from my body didn’t bring peace. It brought a terrifying clarity. As the glare faded, the courtyard of the Silver-Moon Fortress looked like a vision from a dying god’s nightmare. The snow was no longer white; it was stained with the black, oily bile of the Elders. The Northern wolves who hadn't been swallowed by the sludge were whimpering, clawing at their own throats as if they could feel the invisible worms I had seen—the parasitic threads that bound their lives to the monsters on the stairs.

It bounced off the dark walls and died in the heavy rugs. "You wanted to see the truth of this place," he said. His voice was a low vibration, a rumble that felt like it was coming from the floorboards themselves. "The Silver Moon isn't just a pack, Lyra. It’s a cage built on lies". I stopped. My skin prickled with a sudden, icy warning. A sound drifted through the air. It was faint, a thin thread of noise that seemed to come from the very stones of the wing. It was humming.

And yet I ran. But then, agony. I had a white-hot blinding pain that hit me in the thigh and my vision became blurry. I let out a cry and fell, I looked down and saw a blade of silver. It wasn't until it was deeply ingrained in my right leg muscle that I noticed it. Cowards, they had left it there. Or perhaps it had been hurled at me as a final caution. The metal gave off a slight glow. Gold—toxic to werewolves.

Veronica I fell into darkness, but it wasn't empty. A forest materialized around me, ancient and vast. Moonlight filtered through leaves that shimmered like silver coins. My feet touched soft moss, and I realized I could stand without pain. My body felt whole again, strong. Then I saw her. A silver wolf, magnificent and glowing, stepped out from behind a massive oak tree. Her eyes were the same shade as mine, amber with flecks of gold. I knew her instantly, even though she'd died giving birth to me.

It led me away from the gleaming spires of the pack compound, toward the territory's blighted edge: the Darkness Maw. The canyon was a deep, jagged scar in the earth, its depths breathing out a thin, cold mist that stank of decay and forgotten magic. This was where a primordial entity of pure shadow and consuming hunger, the Shadow-Warg, was imprisoned. And now, its ancient prison was failing. My communicator shrieked, an ugly, modern sound violating the sacred quiet. "Lyra! You spiteful little viper!" Finn's voice was a shard of glass in my ear. "What poisonous lie did you whisper to Lillian? She's taken Moon-Silver! She says she's not worthy to live because of you!"

" said madam Karla leaving the room furious . Meanwhile at the silver cave, they were still walking . When they saw a door in front of them , Kiara sighed in relief . The place around was filled with silver dust . Silver was everywhere where they would step . Although it wasn't fatal to the vampires , this amount of silver would still give them headaches . ' More than half of the people that are with me here are vampires . They are high ranking vampires but still.............we have to hurry . ' thought Kiara and secretly peeked at Eskylrious to see if he was alright from all this silver .

Cassian says, gentler now, pushing off the frame. "And it's your wolf they need up there. A silver reads old blood and bad magic the way the rest of us read a fresh trail. Whatever's driving those rogues, you'll scent it before anyone. The Silver is a story in Thornridge, Aria. A title. Nobody up there is going to look at a legend and see a Hollis runt."

“No, no, no… I won’t… I won’t let that happen.” Slade howled with rage and pain inside me, trying to force the shift, fighting me for control, his fury tangled with despair. ‘We’re losing it. Losing everything. Save her. Get away from her before it’s too late.’ And that’s when I saw it. The Silver Abyss. It cut through the dark forest like a blade through flesh, mist curling upward, silver mist swirling with lethal beauty, the sheer cliffside falling away into a gaping void where moonlight shimmered faintly over its surface. Magic hung heavy here, old, ancient, dangerous.

Clara's POV I rushed to the glass door, yanking on the handle, but it was locked tight. "Is anyone there?" I shouted. "Let me out!" But there was no reply. Just then, a sweet, cloying scent drifted toward me. I immediately tensed. It was the smell of a werewolf tranquilizer, laced with Silver Dust. "Damn it..." I held my breath, but it was too late. A wave of intense dizziness washed over me, and I started to sway.