Oneshot Silver Novels & Stories

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

they are not just resisting the silver ions. They are completely neutralizing them on contact, Valerie said, a cold, triumphant smile cutting across her face. As of six o'clock this morning, the entire southern warrior coalition consisting of over fifteen thousand elite combatants is completely immune to silver weaponry. A silver tipped bullet will do nothing more than bruise their skin. A silver blade will shatter against their muscle fibers. The entire courtroom erupted into a chaotic roar. Alphas in the gallery stood up, shouting, slamming their fists against the railings.

My whole body was corrupted by silver poisoning. It took three days in the hospital wing to bring me back from the brink of death. My mate, Kane, looked at me wrapped in layers of herb-soaked healing bandages. A flash of fear crossed his eyes. He turned to Isla and spoke slowly. "What exactly happened between you and Aurora on the balcony that day? She used to cherish her power so much. Why would she jump into molten silver over a simple threat?" Isla averted her gaze and looked pathetic.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

“They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can blast off in a quarter minute.” “Molten silver?” I shift my attention to her. She adjusts her glasses and smiles like a professor about to school a student. “Six months ago, I made a proposal to the research and development team about an idea I had.” She turns her attention to the guns, caressing her fingers along the barrel of one of the guns. “It is about using raw silver in battle.”

I read the paragraph: "Forged from the fires of the cave of wolves, the metal used was given to the wolves by the Moon Goddess herself. It may seem it is made from simple earthly metals but the secret is it is made of silver never before found on this planet. Wolves have searched for more only to discover that the medallions are the only things made from the type of silver. This type of silver is not painful or damaging to wolves instead it is the opposite. This silver helps grant powers to the Lunas deemed the true lunas by the Goddess."

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

It is light as spider silk, woven with actual pulverized silver dust meant to reflect full-moon light during a mating ritual. I step up to the counter, my fingers brushing the edge of the glass. “This lace... how much per cubit?” The shop owner, a shrewd female wolf with sharp features, looks me up and down, recognizing my high-pack posture immediately. “That is moon-silver thread, imported directly from the high artisans of Ironvale. It is eighteen hundred copper-tokens per cubit.” I raise an eyebrow, pinching a stray sample between my fingers. “It is woven from wild spider-silk and cold-pressed silver. Beautiful, but delicate. It won't hold up if it’s pulled too tightly against heavy leath

“Risk is minimal. Everything is made with natural ingredients and herbs. When mixed correctly, it will produce the desired effect. I’m sure it will work because in your mate’s bloodwork, it stuck out to me that the silver was isolated in his blood. Meaning it didn’t spread out. Was it absorbed? Yes. Is it heading to his lungs? Yes. However, when I examined the bloodwork, it’s spreading more like shrapnel than a liquid spread. The serum I created is meant to target those specific pieces of silver and dissolve it, allowing it to go through and out of your mate in a natural way. Of course, we will rerun the bloodwork to make sure there is no more silver in him.” ‘Roxie, do you think he is telli