My Adventures With Superman Silver Banshee Novels & Stories

“I fucking know that, Grandpa!” His gun pointed at me in an instant, and my eyes widened in shock as I raised my hands, my jaws clenching as I watched his eyes narrowed into restrained anger. “Language, Kian. I've always mentioned this to you. I know we're family but this is business too. Our business. We can't have enemies spotting weaknesses like these in our defense walls. That's what makes us Silvers. We put family first. Is that clear, Kian Silver?” I'd suddenly forgotten how scary he was whenever things got non-trivial like this.

Then, he decisively rescued survivors while eliminating various evil forces nearby, slowly establishing the current base. Then, Xandra sighed. "It's a pity that the leader was seriously injured. I heard he had cooperated with an important figure from the city base to eradicate a Level 7 iron-skinned zombie. However, he got badly hurt and could only now rely on a healing mutant to keep him alive. "I hope he gets well soon. After all, some individuals are starting to stir the peace in the base. The areas behind District 10 are already chaotic. I heard you can buy a slave for just one crystal core."

“Even if you try to fight me, I have endless ways to send you back to Silver Prison. I heard some guy there tried to assault you? Shame you fought him off.” My heart lurched. How did she know about that? Could all those deliberate cruelties in Silver Prison be tied to her? Jessica had already turned to leave. My body shook as I tried to follow, but after only a few steps, something warm trickled from my nose. One, two, three drops. I reached up to stop it, but the blood kept pouring, staining the white gown red. My strength drained out with it, and I collapsed hard onto the floor. …

In fact there was no injury on my arm, just small blood. “She is not affected by silver and she heals super fast” he said, rubbing my arm. Silver growls, slapping his hand off. I look at him, something is definitely wrong with my mate today. “Okay so she has awesome reflexes, she is not affected by silver and she heals faster than us” Silver said, dropping my hand. “Why don’t you try cutting yourself, maybe you might heal fast like me,” I said. Silver nods, cutting himself. He hissed as the silver knife burnt him but he healed immediately.

Sebastian’s forehead wrinkled as he rubbed his chin, thinking…. “Can we make it distinctly ours as mates?” Nate chimed in. “How about Ag?” Bastien suggested. I furrowed my brows, “Wait, What? Why Ag?” “Because you are our silver? Just like Superman has kryptonite?” He was so convinced he had come up with a bright idea and was about to shout Eureka, Eureka! “Eww!”

Not like it should be. I look over to see my arm, but Phoenix grabs it and covers it with his own hand. I look at him. “Does your arm hurt?” he asks. “No,” I answer. “But I want to see it. The guys were drawing some kind of pattern on me.” “It’s going to heal,” Puma assures me. “Completely,” Forrest says. “There won’t even be a scar.” “It appears that whatever the other half of your DNA is makes you immune to silver,” Phoenix explains.

I heard him scream in pain. "Get rid of this silver! Shit!" he shouted at me again. Did I start to panic, how to remove his chain? "Can you stop them from moving for a few minutes?" I asked him nervously. "Two minutes will do?" I nodded at him. "Make sure you do it right." My eyes widened when I saw how his eyes suddenly glowed red. Suddenly, the monsters surrounding us fell one after the other. Is he Superman? "Ano na?!" he snapped at me.

she paused, visibly gulping as if afraid of me. I frowned and shifted away, feeling like relationships were more tiring than I imagined. She could have told me the night before if she didn't want me. Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about her fantastic scent, lips' taste, and body's feel. “None of this would have happened if not for you, Sapphire,” Silver said from the driver’s seat. He turned his eyes off the road momentarily to look at Sapphire. “If you hadn’t bought the black scroll, we wouldn’t have to deal with the attacks.”

The sirens began to wail—a high, screeching sound that tore through the rhythm of the hammers. "Halt!" a voice boomed from the gate. "By order of the High Queen, all trespassers are to be executed!" A squad of Silver Guard, led by a man in ornate plate armor, marched out to meet me. They raised their silver-tipped harpoons, the metal gleaming with lethal intent. I didn't stop. I raised my hand, and a wave of white light swept across the road. It didn't harm the guards, but it hit the silver dust on the ground, causing it to ignite in a brilliant, harmless flash of sparks.

She took them to prove she could. Anger spikes in me. The silver leaps to answer. I don’t force it. I just answer back. Light floods the room—soft, but blinding. The healers cry out. Wards shiver and adjust on their own. Aron’s whole body arches, one sharp jolt— Then nothing. The silver pulls back. I fall, legs gone, straight into Caleb’s arms. Exhaustion slams into me, heavy and sudden. For a second, the world holds its breath.