Naruto Climbing Silver Novels & Stories

“And there’s plenty more where that came from.” “Sir, you’re blocking the Naruto fans,” she said flatly. “Please move, or I’ll have to call Shogun Steve.” “Who is Shogun Steve?” A man who looked like a retired linebacker wearing a kimono stepped out from behind a curtain. He was holding a very large sword. It was made of silver-painted wood, but still looked like it could inflict a painful blow. I retreated. Fast. I sat in the safety of my car, fuming. I wasn’t used to failure, either. And Claire was counting on me! Her opinion of me wasn’t very high, and I didn’t want her to see me as completely useless.

Some of the best parts are that if they get too close to the walls, the floor is silver. It’s a good idea to have because they are safe if they stay in the middle. They are barefoot, and the silver will hurt, especially with no healing abilities Its like a burning anywhere silver touches. I am excited to be down here mad at them for their attacks on my mate and kids. Im ready to get answers. I'm done waiting for them to talk and maybe more attacks to happen.

The last silver is collecting the final hatchling in his front paws. “NOW!” I say to my soldiers. They drag the second harpoon launcher over the edge of the mountain. The silver turns and screams angrily at us before lifting into the air with the hatchling in his paws. “Hurry!” I yell as he begins flying away. When my soldiers are ready, I give the order. “Kill him!” They aim the harpoon at the silver who is flying quickly to get out of our line of fire. “NOW!” I scream. The harpoon launches, aimed at the silver.

Chapter 10: The Lunar Altar The summit of the High Peaks was a jagged crown of obsidian and ice, screaming under the weight of a supernatural gale. At the centre stood the Altar—a monolith of ancient, weathered stone that seemed to drink the light of the stars. In the centre of the monolith, suspended in a cage of violet lightning, hovered the Silver Moonstone. It wasn't the beautiful, serene gem Maya had imagined. Stripped of its protective vault, the stone looked like a dying star, bleeding jagged pulses of silver and shadow.

“This is the agreement you need to sign before becoming the Luna. Sign it. Hurry up! We can arrange the marking ceremony later. Lilith is still waiting for me.” Alexander tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden table. Even at a monumental moment like this, his mind was entirely occupied by Lilith, who was currently suffering through her full moon heat. Only the herbal broth brewed by his own hands could soothe her agonizing pain. I stared down at the ancient, weathered parchment, a sudden chill seeping through my fingertips.

A heavy pool of hot copper blood flooded my tongue, threatening to spill past my tightly closed lips. The pain was blinding, making my vision turn dark at the edges. I tightly clamped my mouth shut, forcing my teeth together so hard my jaw throbbed with agony. I leaned my shoulder heavily against the cold stone wall, using every single ounce of my mental willpower to clamp down on the magic. I forcefully swallowed the warm blood down, refusing to make a single sound. I ordered the dangerous golden threads pulsing beneath my sleeves to dim back down into the dark, refusing to let the guards see my internal war.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

Siran drew her staff, tracing protective sigils in the air. “Fall back!” she shouted. “It’s losing stability!” The adepts retreated toward the ridge, but Nira stood frozen, her eyes blank with silver light. The mirror below her erupted tendrils of bloom-thread wrapping around her form, not in attack, but in fusion. She was being absorbed or transformed. “Nira!” Siran cried, rushing forward. She slammed her staff into the ground, channeling a burst of energy through it. The threads recoiled slightly, enough for her to grab Nira’s arm.

he gasped. She was suddenly there, her hand gripping his wrist. The bond between them flared, sharp and searing. Kaelen felt her magic thread into his, cool and steady like moonlight against fire. Together, they forced the blaze inward, pulling it back before it swallowed friend and foe alike. When the flames receded, Kaelen collapsed to his knees, smoke curling from his skin. His breaths came ragged, his vision blurred. Around him, the battle raged on. Serenya moved with terrifying grace, her staff sweeping arcs of silver light that seared through vampire flesh. The hunters loosed arrow after arrow, pinning the creatures before they could reach the camp’s heart.

Why were they staring at me like that? One of the younger rogues stepped closer toward the bars weakly. His lips parted slightly. “…silver,” he whispered. The others went still. Liya suddenly awakened fully inside me. She was alert, and Focused. The rogue’s breathing quickened. Then abruptly, he dropped to his knees. The sound echoed harshly through the dungeon floor. Every guard tensed instantly. My breath caught. The rogue lowered his head deeply. “Silver Wolf,” he rasped hoarsely.