Lost Silver Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Everyone discusses their problems and suggests new amendments to laws and all other stuff. I poured myself a drink and stood on the balcony shirtless. I could see palace towers from here. Maybe I was looking at houses, roads, and towers but my mind wandered around those beautiful blue eyes and that smile worth billions. I was trying my best to get her out of my mind. This fucking mate bond was getting on my nerves. I didn't expect that I would meet her again. Meeting her at Silver Corporation last week was completely unexpected. She was from Grey Lake, the second largest pack in the country, and precisely from the Silver family. I saw how excited she was to meet me. I saw a luminescent smile

His punishment never exceeded making love to her, and she was going to make love to him today without feeling a thing. She got into the house and met it eerily quiet. It was as though there was no soul in the house and that kind of frightened her. With gentle steps, she walked to her bedroom and clad herself in her favorite lingerie. This time around, she wanted to get Mr. Silver thirsty for her and not the other way around. She lay on her bed and pretended to be asleep, patiently waiting for her door to swing open and for Mr. Sliver to step into the room and find her in all her glory.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" "You don't." She shrugged. "Do I have your compliance?" She made it as if she wanted to remove them and I held my breath. "Fine." With my consent, I was shocked when she just grabbed the chains in her bare hands and tore them from my body in one fell swoop. I'm unable to close my mouth as I lay there stunned, trying to comprehend what just happened. Who is she? What is she?! Silver is a harmful metal to werewolves and one we steered clear of, and for her to just grab it and break it without flinching made chills run down my spine.

79 – SON OF THE ALPHA AND THE OLD CRONE STEPHAN Was I seeing things or was the monstrous fleshless face smiling at me? “Pretty eyes….” Her scratching voice purred. I winced, my shoulder still burned from her first attack. Where the hell did the silver come from? I could not see it. Just a second ago, before her monstrous transformation, she licked her bloodied nails. If she scratched me with mere nails, I should have effortlessly healed from it but the fact that I wasn’t healing meant that she used silver. Where was it?

he asks through gritted teeth trying to stay calm but failing miserably. I exhale slowly and try to calm myself. “There was a lot of things that happened but the main thing they did was inject me with different concoctions. It usually persisted of silver, wolfsbane and mistletoe. The concoctions would knock me out for a few days, but they would wake me through burning me with different things or beating the shir out of me. There were other methods they used that I am not comfortable enough to discuss with you all. They branded me as you guys saw and burned me with a metal rod. They would put silver powder on my wounds that’s why it left scars, but it also prevented the wounds from closing, s

Lucero adds, just as cryptically. “Do you know what they mean?” Madelyn asks me quietly. “No clue,” I tell her. Lucero and GoldMoon turn, walking away. “Thank you for coming,” Madelyn says to them, waving goodbye. The turn and nod their heads before disappearing back into the forest. “Queen Lily! We were right! The Silver and Gold Prophecy IS about Madelyn,” Buppig says, rushing out of the castle. “Come see!” Madelyn looks up at me, her eyes wide.

“Just grief messing with their heads.” “Maybe,” Giga answers. “But three wolves have vanished in the last week. All scouting near Silverpine. The last one got a message out before he disappeared: ‘The shadows are hunting.’ They found his tracks ending in a pool of blood. Claw marks on the trees, like something ripped him apart.” “The second node,” I say. “It’s sitting right there, isn’t it?” Kael nods, face hard. “Erica spotted it in her vision. After we smashed the first one, Seraphine would have poured extra power into the rest.”

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Carla groaned and pushed herself up, Damon and Stacy scrambling beside her. When they all looked at me standing tall without falling, their eyes bulged out of their sockets. Carla gasped. “This isn’t a coincidence. King Cassian has landed safely with Liora. We must be close to the Silver Forest.” The moment she uttered these words, ‘Silver Forest,’ a deep, thunderous growl rolled through the clearing, shaking the ground under my feet. Then a massive Silver Wolf materialized out of thin air, its fur shimmering like liquid moonlight. It didn't hesitate even for a second and lunged at me, jaw wide, glowing purple eyes locked on Liora.

Rhaegon’s grip tightened. “Then what was it meant to do?” I looked at the elders. At the fear in their faces. At Matron Iskrya’s trembling hands. And then at the doorway behind them— Where the darkness had thickened into something deeper than shadow. Something watching. “I think,” I whispered, as the last of the silver slid from my skin and pooled like liquid moonlight at my feet, “it was meant to wake me.” The shadows rose. And from within them— Something moved.