Mt Silver Novels & Stories

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

Jolting slightly at the distant ping of her laptop, she stood, crossed back into her workshop, and skimmed the email from the new metal supplier she’d been trying to get in touch with for the last three weeks. The man was squirrely, anxious, and never answered her calls, but from her research, he was worth the effort. Since her old supplier disappeared, he was the only man on the entire Eastern seaboard who sold a silver. It was expensive and damn near impossible to get ahold of, but it was the only metal that felt right. She’d tried dozens of other, more readily available kinds, but they all felt… dead, empty. After a quick shower, she dressed in all black, strapped on her various weapons,

The peppermint scent of the Stag must be there. I take a step forward, my muscles coiled to spring, but I freeze. The wind shifts, just a fraction. It carries a metallic tang—a sharp, bitter vibration on the back of my tongue. It’s the same taste as the "Pulse" that erased my life. Silver.

Confused, Margret furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "Who is this?" The voice replied, "It's Silver." After the call ended, Margret sent her sons off to school and then drove to the coffee store to meet Silver. As soon as she entered the store, Silver commented, "You took so long." Margret explained, "I had to take my kids to school." As they sat down, Silver asked, "Did you offend any big shot in Houston City?" Margret thought for a moment but couldn't recall anyone other than Charlie Snr, her employer, and Mr. Jones, whom she had angered. She replied, "No."

Hale stated. “See!” River exclaimed. “However, many hybrids are affected by silver as well. It’s not as deadly to them, but it can be harmful. So having silver around would put you and Sage in danger.” Hale explained. River and Sage pouted. “That explains a lot. I thought it was weird that they would have a silver allergy. I used to have a silver locket, and as babies, they tried to chew on it, resulting in a rash on their hands and their lips swell.” I blinked as it all now made sense.

"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something." "We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?" “Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.” “What’s that?” Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes.

“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.

We will pay the tuition fee again and the promise-sorry note is not possible. I just thought that it was already hurting my head. 8,000 silver coins per exam. A silver coin is called a silver coin when it does not reach 20,000, but when it exceeds, it is called a gold coin. There is also a bronze coin, and that is 1,000 below.

“Tony’s going to be so jealous that I bought your first set. He’s never going to let it go. It’s nice to be able to do these kinds of things when he can’t.” “I thought silver hurt werewolves,” I said. Matt frowned. “It does.” “Is it because I’m a half-breed that I can wear silver?” He blinked and scoffed. “Right. I forgot. No… or at least, I don’t think so. These aren’t silver. They’re platinum. Can’t you tell the difference?” I looked at the earring in the liquid. “They both look silver to me.” I glanced back toward where the woman went.