Mt Silver Novels & Stories

In other words, she wouldn't be able to get back at Adele any time soon. … Inside Detroit's room, Adele flopped onto the couch, breathing through her mouth. “You're something, little Silver. A West, through and through.” Silver’s lips curled into a subtle smile. But she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she grabbed one of the shopping bags and pulled out a delicate box wrapped in pale gold paper. “I bought this for you,” she said casually, like she was speaking to a friend. Adele blinked at her, startled. “For me?”

The anatomy of the earth being stripped down by hand. The workers poured the green battery acid over the jagged lime deposits that encased the silver vein. The stone didn't crack. It hissed, a boiling sound that filled the narrow drift with a dense white vapor that smelled of vinegar and old copper. Elara stayed at the front of the line, her hands guiding the iron stakes into the soft dissolved channels, her fingers tracking the cold metallic texture of the native silver as it emerged from the stone matrix. The silver was beautiful. It was dead. It didn't possess the light of the Moon Guard or the reflective brilliance of the Citadel's mirrors. It was a matte, gray alloy, heavy with lead and

Silver light rolled out of the collapsed void like a tide and turned into a torrent. The light was so bright that people could hardly open their eyes. Deep in the hollow, at the end of the light, a silver mountain peak slowly rose. This mountain peak was silver and sacred. It was 30,000 meters tall, as if it had been pulled up from the ground by a god. The light scattered around, and the sky and earth seemed to be covered with a layer of silver, looking cold and mysterious. After a moment of silence, another exclamation came from the crowd.

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.

Mell said. "Okay, so, this slitherite, based on my deduction, is a metal mined from an alien world that seems to be compatible with the silverstream. Whereas VERSE equipment stabilize silverstream so we can safely use it to do limited transmutation, the Sovereigns made theirs as energy neutralizer. They emphasize on destructive, conflicting nature of silverstream to turn it into a deadly weapon against our world's energies." "Alien world... do you think it might be the Silver Devils' original world?" Vayu asked, but his head hung low and not directed the question to anyone in particular.

from behind us. “It had to be fucking silver,” I mutter, bending to get a handful of snow so I can press it to my stinging hand. “Of all the metals in the world.” “Who the hell makes silver keys for a motel?” Master Tsertinand joins in, muttering unhappily. “No wonder they're running out of business if all the decisions they take are this dumb. I cannot understand humans.” We met up with the rest of the gang on the ground floor of the motel and huddled together for warmth.

Turning to my left, I faced Megan's astonished expression. I dropped the beet, lunged over and wrapped my arms around Megan as she did the same. We jumped and shrieked with excitement. Remembering that we were in a supposedly dangerous cave, we stopped and scanned the area again. It was empty except for us. "They are still having lunch, Dove," Megan said eagerly. "This is brilliant!" "Yes, it is!" I beamed at her and asked, "This means there is silver, right?" Megan nodded and said, "Nitric acid reacts with silver and forms a white salt."

He sighs, “Okay, we’ll start with the least pure, which I’m sure you’ll be absolutely fine with, and work our way up to the bar of pure silver we found on some human on our lands. We have no idea what he planned to do with it; it’s literally an ingot of the stuff.” He points to a solid bar of silver with the sterling mark on it, she hums, “But it’s definitely the ‘good’ stuff.” She nods, she wanted to start at the hard end, but understands his caution.

Elena grumbled. Silver shrugged her shoulder and popped another fries to her mouth. She tucked in her chocolate hair to the back of her ears before looking at Elena, “I think they make a good match. She’s brilliant, Matthew is brilliant too, and she’s nice. And they’ve been spending amazing times together. I feel something between them.” Silver said.