Pietro Quicksilver Novels & Stories

The wound healed slowly, indicating that the claws were silver-coated. She broke the artificial bond she sensed in the wounded rogue's mind, which told her Dmitri was using a command serum to ensure loyalty. The rogue collapsed unconscious when his artificial pack bond to Dmitri broke, but Elena's shoulder was burning from silver poisoning. Elena's throat was attacked by the second rogue, but she was faster despite the injury and broke his spine with a move Katerina taught her in training. Elena returned to human form as blood ran down her arm from the silver-contaminated wound as the rogue fell paralyzed but alive.

He gave her a reassuring smile and she seemed to relax a bit. Exiting the car, Pietro offered his arm to Skylar, relishing the opportunity to escort her into the event with the dignity and grace befitting her elegance. As they entered the venue, Pietro couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at having Skylar by his side, her presence adding a touch of sophistication to the occasion.

I rushed towards my mate, tears blinding my vision. “Zephyrus, nothing will happen to you. I’ll tend to your wounds just now. I took the rucksack off his shoulders and searched for the medicine box. I gave him some of his magic potion and Romanov helped me tend to his wound. “Silver is fatal for wolf-shifters. You should have been careful,” scolded a scared Romanov. “I’m immune to silver. Don’t worry about me,” he said with a smile. His eyes landed upon me and he looked at me with pride.

"I meant about my new car. Cost me a fortune and you didn't even comment on it." The change of topic threw Pietro for a moment and then he looked around him. His eyes widened and he let out a low whistle. "A McLaren F1? You have way too much money, Demetri." His friend beamed with pride, lovingly stroking the steering wheel as he gunned the engine and took off. "No point in having money if you don't get to treat yourself every now and then," he laughed. Pietro shook his head and rested back, closing his eyes and trying to psyche himself up for reaching the pack compound. He hoped there wouldn't be a lot of people around, that Rafe would realise he needed space and would keep the wolves away

Jada screamed, reaching for him with her prosthetic arm, but he was too fast. He didn't need a suit. He was an Alpha of the Silver Line, and his mate was dying in the black. He shifted mid-run, his bones cracking and reforming into a massive, silver-maned beast that was twice the size of a standard wolf. He slammed into the airlock controls, the inner door hissing shut and the outer door exploding outward as the atmosphere vented.

"He won't touch them." "He won't have to. You'll give yourself to save them. It's what heroes do. What your father did. The Collector has seen this play out a dozen times over the centuries with potential Silver Wolves who didn't quite manifest. You're just the first to fully awaken in three hundred years." The kitchen servant suddenly started crying. "I don't want to die. Please, I don't want to die like she almost did. I was marked last month. They said if I didn't spy, they'd kill my sister. She's only eight. Please—"

They dropped to the ground without even realizing what had taken their lives. “What the fuck was that?” Cain whispered and then turned to me. “What was that?” I stared after Silver’s back with a mix of awe and horror. That speed at which his element responded to him with. It was like he was one with the water, not needing to think to use it. That was what an elemental who had practiced for decades looked like. What in the Goddess’ name was I going to face with Seraphina? “Sylvarius Draforth,” a loud male voice boomed across the clearing when Silver arrived.

I said, and he began to laugh. Sylvester was a tall muscular man. His hair was silver with bronze highlights. His eyes were bronze with specks of silver in them. The gamma spirit wolves were the only ones with two-coloured wolves, silver with bronze highlights. He was a very handsome man. The ladies that were in the cafe where we met kept staring at him. The waitress that served his coffee found a way to slip him her number. It was quite funny watching their reaction towards Sylvester. He had the same effect on human women. He was hot.

He was an unbreachable fortress, offering her an overwhelming sense of safety. "Alvaro, Barak!" Tristan, a seasoned warrior on the brink of domination, did not hesitate. He bellowed, "Alexander's might is unmatched. We must band together and take him down!" Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! From Tristan's flanks, the Quickle brothers, Alvaro and Barak Quickle, burst forth, each wielding a matching ring-shaped alloy blade. One aimed a horizontal slash, the other a diagonal strike, both targeting Alexander's left temple and right flank.

The healer did an energy reading on Chiara and then proceeded to check the wound. “Questo è causato dall'argento molto puro (this is caused by very pure silver),” the healer said in Italian when he saw me. “Non è umana, anche se non so esattamente cosa sia, anche se la sua energia è da lupo. Ha un sigillo di potere che nasconde la sua vera natura (she is not human, although I don't know exactly what she is, even though her energy is wolfish). She has a seal of power that hides her true nature.”