Oneshot Silver Novels & Stories

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

"Gladly… I’ll let her go if you leave Adrian alone. Take two steps back, open the drawer on your right and stab yourself in the neck with the syringe you will find in there." Glancing at the terrified pup, my heart thundered for her. Any small mistake and her throat will be pulled out. I took a few steps behind and did as Antonio instructed. "What the hell is in this syringe?" I asked just as I jabbed myself with it. Antonio chuckled. "Just pure silver to tame your beast." My eyes rounded just as my insides felt like they were on fire. Silver was often used in small amounts because it was deadly and it was usually diluted. But this was concentrated.

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.

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

Silver was ofter used in small concentration because it's was diluted but this one was pure concentration. I fell to the bed as I felt my wolf retreated back to it cage. "I told you not to underestimate her but you did, have you forgotten about her gene? What gene? I heard Damien scolding Sander from afar, their voices were slowly fading away. The small dose of silver made me weaker, I couldn't even feel my toes anymore. "Ouch! Easy with your touch, she almost pulled my heart to my stomach, why does it seem like she had gotten stronger over the month?"

The weight of the ocean should have crushed us instantly. The sheer physics of the Atlantic at that depth was a death sentence for any biological creature. But as the wall of water hit the surface of the silver wells, something impossible happened. The liquid silver didn't mix with the salt water; instead, it exploded outward in a violent, protective sphere of white and violet energy.

I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”

Kael hoped they wouldn't be needed. The Silver One came alone, emerging from the forest with the silent grace that all vampires seemed to possess. They were tall, taller than Kael had expected, with silver hair that fell past their shoulders and silver eyes that seemed to glow in the morning light. Their face was neither male nor female, neither young nor old, caught somewhere between, and their expression was unreadable. "Alpha Kael." The Silver One's voice was soft, musical, and utterly without threat. "Thank you for agreeing to meet."

“She is not my girlfriend. She is actually the wife of my rival, and we happen to have, well……identical goals.” “If you say so.” Silver grinned, his sharp fangs displaying themselves shamelessly. “So, the name Silver, where did you get it?” I asked, deliberately trying to steer his mind out of the conversation. It was not a particularly intimidating name for a thousand-year-old werewolf. “Ohhh, it's from a silver bullet, the bane of werewolves.” Silver! Silver was one element that werewolves loved and cherished. However, it was effortlessly the death of many werewolves. A single shot of a silver bullet could bring down a weak adult werewolf, and so it was highly regarded as a forbidden objec

As tears flowed through his deep blue eyes, he folded his fingers and pulled his hand down. His messy hair was shining in the moonlight. Silver was rather short for a 15-year-old boy, 4 ft. 3 inches. He also had a distinct but small scar just above his left eyebrow. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a bird symbol on the back and grey pants. A black bracelet with a single glass-like white stone encircled his left wrist. His name was Silver, just like his hair.