My Adventures With Superman Silver Banshee Novels & Stories

he growls. The woman's eyes widen in fear. She grabs her companion, helping him to his feet. A moment later, they take off, running into the mist. I want to be relieved, but I know the battle isn't over yet. The Silver Hunter saw me use my powers. Since he knows I'm a super, he'll be coming for me next. Silver Hunters hate everyone who's supernatural. The whole reason their crazy cult came into existence is to wipe out supers. "You okay?" The man's eyebrows furrow at me.

* Regina * A few weeks later, there was a huge celebration in our pack. The Wild Pack had never seen a gathering like this. It started from the ridge to the riverbend, banners woven with silver thread and emerald dye swayed between the ancient trees. Flowers bloomed where none had grown the night before, wild magic answering joy. Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness.

I ordered. She nodded and disappeared with some of the gammas who were patrolling the forest. “Can we go home now?” Silver asked, her bottom lip jetting out in a pout. Silver didn’t usually pout like this, but I classified it as her feeling vulnerable and weak after she was kidnapped for the second time. I’m sure she was just tired. I smiled at her, wrapping my arms around her waist, ignoring my wolf who was growing tense. I pressed my lips to hers, allowing my tongue to explore her open mouth. She breathed me in, melting into me and I loved the effect that I had on her.

And she was behind us, with Caden behind her, and they were both bloody. "Take cover!" she yelled. Silver falls on top of Asher and me, his body increasing in size. We heard a loud boom! Followed by the sound of water making a dangerous splash. I looked down, and I could see the red water flowing. "Did someone blow up?" I asked, looking up at Silver, but he was more like a stone. I hit him in the chest, my heart beating. Is something wrong with him? Why is he a stone? I thought, still hitting him.

energy from the very air we breathed. I sat in the back of a rusted transport, my human skin still raw and weeping from the silver-burns I’d taken on the obsidian terrace. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of agony through my marrow, a reminder that my Moon-Apex power was currently a double-edged sword. To protect the humans, I had absorbed the silver-vapor, and now that silver was acting as a Biological Jammer, preventing my "Sovereign Sun" from healing the very body that housed it.

Straight toward the silver monster in the desert. "Maya, no!" Vane shouted. For the time his voice sounded worried. The silver figure of Vane raised a hand. The sand rose up like a wave ready to crush her. Maya dove into the dirt rolling under the dust. She felt the tiny machines scratching at her skin. She scrambled toward the machine. The Silver Pen was still stuck in the machines eye. It was blinking with a angry light. "Benson! The power box! Turn it to the maximum!" Maya screamed.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

Chimera were grace users who could morph into—or summon the power a single beast they were attuned to. Silver rummaged through his satchel and pulled out a vial filled with necessary nutritious juice and another filled with a simple healing potion. Silver had brewed few more potions while he was staying with April. She first swallowed the nutrition juice and then the healing potion. The cuts began to heal at visible rate. April gave a moan of relief as the cuts healed themselves. Few minutes later all of her cuts had completely vanished. She hopped around happily, testing her healed body. “This is great,” she chirped. “You must be the greatest healer in the world.” Silver gave her a flat loo

It is so sharp I hardly have to use any force at all. I warned him; I did. “Run.” he whispers as he drops to his knees. Susan screams as she grabs her stomach. She can probably feel her mate dying. They warned me there was no coming back when a blade like this is used. It has been coated in wolfbane and silver. “Grandma. Grandma, what is wrong?” I heard the girl screaming at her grandma, who was kneeling on the grass by the swings. I make my way towards them. Freya is too focused on Susan to see what had happened to Stan.

Damian smirked, rising smoothly to his feet. “Zara,” he said suddenly, his voice sharp like a whip crack. “Watch.” His eyes glowed with the Alpha command effect—burning golden, pulsing through Zara’s body like chains. Her neck snapped toward him. Her spine locked. She couldn't look away. “Good girl,” he murmured. Then to his warriors, “Hold them.” The first spy screamed as he was pinned to the floor, back arched in pain. With slow, deliberate precision, Damian withdrew a hooked silver blade from his waist.