Romans & histoires Lost Silver

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

I do not want to lose all of my friends together with my life within one day. Betty nods. “ Maybe you have seen her. She is Grace, Cody is sister, a nurse.” “Grace... “ I mutter. She is so scary. No wonder I feel afraid when I saw her for the first time. “ She told me silver pieces are more useful than any other material.” I nod. “ Where did you get the silver pieces?” Betty bites her lips. “ Werewolves and people working in the palace are sensitive to silver, so I can hardly buy them from anyone in the palace. So I broke the silver jewelry Bruce give me and made them into pieces.” I curl my lips. “ You are so generous by making jewelry into weapons.” Betty rolls her eyes.

"Silas said to tell you that Silvercrest plays with stolen coins. Tonight, we make them pay the tax." The lid of the trunk swings back. Even in the dim, bleeding emergency light, the contents make my breath hitch. Nestled within layers of protective black velvet is the Shattered Mirror. The silver threads seem to catch the ambient darkness itself, humming with that faint, ghostly luminescence I locked into the core with my own blood. It looks alive. It looks dangerous. And laid right beside it, wrapped in silk, is a gown.

“I use spatial magic didn’t you notice the door? It means I can use all five attributes. Ah! I almost forgot you may receive your membership ID by tomorrow morning.” Their conversation ended after they exchanged short pleasantries. Silver then found a place to stay with the rent of 3 gold beads per month near headquarter. It was a complete rip-off deal. But he argued little and went straight to bed as he was exhausted after all his continuous journey.

Silver had a lot to say to defend himself. He was standing, practically demonstrating ten thousand reasons why he fucked up some random creatures grave! Typical humans! Always destroying things they could never explain! “Okay, it's stupid slandering me in your mind.” Silver pinched my head slightly. “The summary was that the grave was just too unique. I tried to find more about it then I saw the medallion, hidden amongst the other treasures.” “The first time I touched it, it almost took the life out of me, so I left it there and ran,” Silver sat down. “It was while running that I encountered Jade and got bitten.”

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.

"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

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

“I don’t know all the details. Your mother was very secretive, very protective. But I know it was someone powerful. Someone within the werewolf world. Someone who’s still out there.” A knock on the door made us both jump. Mira stuck her head in. “Guards are making rounds. We have to go. Now.” Sarah pulled me into another fierce hug. “Be safe, Aria. Be smart. And when your wolf finally awakens, remember, you’re not worthless. You never were. You’re a Silvermoon. You’re royalty. And one day, you’ll make them all pay for what they’ve done.” She pressed something else into my hand, a small pouch heavy with coins. “It’s not much, but it’ll help you get started wherever you go. Now run. Mira will