Oneshot Silver Novels & Stories

“I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother being human. Silver dragons are also only able to give birth in human form and they have live births rather than laying eggs like the rest of the dragons. During this time, a female dragon is most vulnerable because she cannot transform for six

A male with half his face burned screamed while healers held him down and poured silver-nitrate something over the wounds. Astrid didn’t slow. “Silver poisoning cases mostly. Southern packs still use silver bullets. Idiots.” “What is silver poisoning?” She looked at me as if I had asked her what is earth. She answered anyway. “It's like a toxin for werewolves. It works faster than wolfsbane.” Elevator this time. She hit fifth. Doors opened to marble and soft music. Wolves in robes padded around, getting massages, facials, claws trimmed. “Spa level,” she said. “Booked solid for three months. I can bump you to the front. Perks of being Gamma-Luna.”

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

“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.

It was safer that way. “Sorry excuse me Luna Lilith we wanted to check what colour napkins you’d like?” Looking at the samples the omegas held out I looked them over before finally settling with the silver. It wasn’t as boring as the cream or beige, yet it wasn’t as tacky as the gold. The silver also held a meaning. Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts.

The silver fabric seems to ripple and flow like moonlight, and I can almost imagine myself wearing it, feeling like a goddess. As I delve deeper into the bag, I find a pair of delicate silver bracelets, adorned with tiny diamonds that match the J on the dress. There's also a velvet box containing a stunning diamond necklace, with a small silver pendant in the shape of a crescent moon. But that's not all - there's a second dress, nestled in the folds of the first. A flowing, strapless gown in a deep, rich blue, with intricate silver embroidery that seems to dance across the fabric. And a third dress, a daring red number with a plunging neckline and a daring thigh-high slit.

I didn’t answer, instead I let him see for himself. “Oh!” Oisin exclaimed as I stuck my dagger into Carter’s shoulder. “Lucky, silver isn’t as hard as other metals despite the alloy used. So it doesn’t go very deep.” I explained. Carter groaned as I managed to dig out the first silver bullet with my dagger. My gloves were already covered with his blood. I moved to the next wound. It wasn’t difficult to find because it was still bleeding. Oisin refused to look at the procedure while Rowena watched quietly.

Big enough for only one bullet. “One, silver bullet,” Damon tilts his head, his insightful eyes penetrating me, “may I?” I put the cute piece on his open palm. I’m already in love with it. He switches on the safe and presses under the barrel, which opens with a clear click, showing the inside of the finger-thick barrel -- at its end lying a thin, sharp-head bullet, glittering the unique shine of silver. “I don’t expect you to keep your weapon for too long in a fight, hence the one bullet,” He explains as he puts the gun back together, “Easy to hide and easy to use. With enough pure silver to kill a full-grown wolf, even as powerful as me.”

Jolting slightly at the distant ping of her laptop, she stood, crossed back into her workshop, and skimmed the email from the new metal supplier she’d been trying to get in touch with for the last three weeks. The man was squirrely, anxious, and never answered her calls, but from her research, he was worth the effort. Since her old supplier disappeared, he was the only man on the entire Eastern seaboard who sold a silver. It was expensive and damn near impossible to get ahold of, but it was the only metal that felt right. She’d tried dozens of other, more readily available kinds, but they all felt… dead, empty. After a quick shower, she dressed in all black, strapped on her various weapons,

“Silver stones.” The air in the room went cold. “Silver stones” I repeated flatly. Will nodded. "If I had to guess, she either ingested them or injected them. They're in her bloodstream now, suppressing her wolf's ability to heal.” My fist curled tightly. Silver stones were different from regular silver. They interfere with a wolf’s regenerative process and slow it, sometimes enough that it's like that of humans. They’re used as a deterrent. As a weapon. If someone’s blood is infused with it, or they ingest it, the healing is drastically reduced.