Oneshot Silver の小説・ストーリー

And if Gideon had created it, then the silver was the key. “Focus on the silver!” I called out, my voice cutting through the chaos. Zane didn’t hesitate, darting forward to test my theory. He grabbed a knife from his belt, the blade glinting faintly in the moonlight, and drove it into one of the pulsing veins on the creature’s arm. The effect was immediate. The creature let out a bone-chilling scream, its body convulsing as the silver seemed to ripple beneath its skin. It staggered, the glow in its eyes dimming for a moment before flaring back to life.

The sound is pathetic, more animal than human, and the nearest wolves in the front row smirk. The silver is designed to weaken, to strip the wolf out of a body and leave only meat behind. I feel it like a rot, crawling up my arms, sapping everything good and hot and alive from my veins. My fingers tingle, then go numb. I flex them anyway, refusing to give the crowd the spectacle of collapse.

“I thought silver was deadly for werewolves.” “A bullet of high purity silver penetrating your heart or with the use of modern medicine, injecting it into a vein, are the quickest ways for our kind to die, yes. But it was discovered about sixty years ago that small doses of high purity or large doses of low purity silver have temporary enhancement features. When injected into the muscle, either one will give you a euphoric high as well as increased strength and stamina with decreased pain perception. It’s very common for prospects in poor shape to engage in using it for that purpose. Unfortunately, those who do use it, often don’t realize the danger they are putting themselves in. The high o

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.

“I don’t think I have seen the like among your people.” “It is indeed not common work. We have plenty of items with these animals but it is very rare to have any with this level of detail on a single metal disk. This one is pure silver from what my father tells me, and we have not had a silversmith in almost seven generations. It would have taken many hours to carve this with such precision, or perhaps it was a gift from your gods long ago, and the tale was lost.” He crouched beside me and hefted Nova and Akira off his bedroll, clearing enough space for him to slide in behind me.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

“Scott said the rogues’ fangs and claws contain silver. And it’s impossible for you not to get bitten by their claws or bites, right?” Ciara gulped. She didn’t have a prepared answer to this question, and she wasn’t a very good liar. “It’s a—” “Beta Gordon,” Scott entered the conversation. “Regarding the silver content, that’s just a guess. And if that theory is proven, we don’t know for sure how it works or how they affixed the silver when they carried out the attack.” “And?” “And, most likely when they attack Ciara, they no longer have silver content in them, so Ciara is not affected.”

"Coated in ionized silver dust. Explosive yield: small. Armor penetration: zero. Anti-magic properties: absolute." "Burn them," Jack said. Catherine squeezed the trigger. The swarm didn't attack the gargoyles' thick skin. It flew into them. The drones targeted the eyes, the mouths, the open gills along their necks. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The sky lit up with hundreds of tiny, brilliant silver flashes. It wasn't a fiery explosion; it was a mist. A glittering, deadly fog of silver. For a werewolf or a magical creature, silver wasn't just poisonous; it was anathema. It disrupted the magical binding that held their unnatural physiology together.

"Yes. It is both. And more." ​He explained that the silver was not ordinary. It was from a secret mine of the Crescent Pack, treated with an old Alpha-grade shielding technique. "When you are close to it, it scrambles all basic electronic signals. That's why I gave it to you, it protects you from minor listening devices when you are outside. And it protects me when you are near the bug." ​He placed the device on his desk, then leaned close to me. The scent of his leather and power was overwhelming.

Ansel answered him. “What else?” Nick pushed further. “The silver you see in our eyes, well it is always present afterwards. I’m sure you’ve noticed the longer I have been Silverclaw, the less green you see in my eyes, it is the same with all of us. The silver in our blood is something we can literally feel.” I pursed my lips. “You’ve seen how our wolves are all silver, practically glowing, as well as the eyes.” “There is increased strength, we’re faster, can partially shift any aspect of our wolf form.” Angel rattled off a few more changes.