Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

"Not only can silver cutlery express my tastefulness, but they can also detect poison. I'd immediately know if something was wrong with the food." Sean lightly waved his fork and knife. His cutlery exuded a soft glow under the illumination of the light, showing Larissa that the food was not poisoned. Larissa chuckled. "You're so funny, Mr. Sullivan. I heard that you're a member of the Great Apothecary Guild. How can the food at your home possibly be poisoned?" The two made eye contact, then smiled. Vincent and Birdie were starving. They feasted on the food. Soon, they finished everything that was served.

“The mistress will inspect you after.” Another man carried a pot, spooning little dollops of oats into the plates. When he came near me, he smelt clean in this house full of filth. I stared at his fingernails, noticing how sparkling they were. He dropped a spoon in mine then paused and added another one. “Hey,” the girl I used her soap pointed at my bowl. “He gave her two spoons,” she whined.

The same gold-silver light that shimmered through the creek. “Not again,” I whisper under my breath. “Mum?” Jaxon looks up, eyes wide. “You’re shiny.” “I know, sweetheart.” I force a smile, even as my pulse spikes. “It’s okay.” But it’s not. The hum grows louder, spreading through my chest like wildfire. The air around me thickens, vibrating faintly. The spoon slips from my fingers, clattering onto the floor, and the smell of warm metal fills the air. Jaxon takes a step closer, looking worried. “Mum?”

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

In the center of the tray sat a small, ornate chalice and a silk-wrapped bundle that looked suspiciously like a set of carving tools. Elara’s breath hitched. She stared at the silver surface, seeing her own distorted reflection—the red dress looking like a pool of fresh blood on the metal. "The vessel is ready, Alpha," Kael said, his voice dropping to a respectful rasp. He tilted the platter slightly toward Elara. "The silver has been purified by the moon’s first rays. It will catch every drop. Not a single bit of the essence will touch the floor." Fenris nodded, his eyes fixed on the tray. "Good. The elders are already seated?"

But somehow, my father was able to acquire two of them a few years ago, after I lost my mother. The golden spoon was used as a poison detector, and would change in color if it made contact with poison in food. My father never ate food without it whenever he was at the mansion. He had given me one of the golden spoons some years back, but as naive and foolish as I was, and because I believed it was disrespectful to Mara and would certainly hurt Kelly's feelings, I refused to accept it from my Father. How foolish of me.

“Lady Liora, you are making very serious implications. If you cannot provide a legitimate reason for this interruption…” “Bring me a silver spoon,” I said, the words coming out firmer than I felt. “A pure silver spoon. Now.” Silence fell like a hammer. “Why?” Elora demanded. “Because silver changes color when exposed to certain poisons.” I kept my voice steady despite my racing heart. “If the food is safe, the silver won’t react. It’s a simple test.” “This is absurd,” Elora said, but I caught something flickering in her expression. “You’re paranoid and delusional…”

On the tray in front of her were two pieces of leftover toast, a small bowl of fruit purée she’d barely touched, and a white plastic spoon that had apparently just been rejected on principle. Salma sat on the sofa, folding one of Poppy’s tiny cardigans while watching all this with the expression of a woman who had spent far too long around Belskys to be surprised anymore. “What now?” I asked. Poppy held up the spoon between two fingers, her face full of personal disgust. “This is a sad spoon.” I stopped at the bedside. “Excuse me?” “Look at the shape.” She pointed at it seriously. “It’s flat. It has no spirit. I want a spoon that’s... uplifting.”

“My penthouse. You need to learn how to use the silverware before dinner.” “I know how to use silverware,” I protested. “Fork on the left, knife on the right. Eat with your mouth closed. Don’t burp at the table.” “You know how to use casual restaurant silverware.” He opened a portal with a casual gesture, the air tearing open in violet and silver. “But at Le Bernardin there are five pieces of silverware. Five. And a dessert spoon above the plate.” “I already told you this is a nightmare.” “And I already told you I’m going to teach you.” He took my hand and pulled me through the portal. “Trust me.”

Sandra’s POV Sunlight bounced off the table like it was auditioning for a cleaning commercial, seriously, I could see my soul in the shine. Silver spoons marched in a perfect little army next to those dainty, overpriced teacups. Every woman there had on her “I am so delighted to be here” face, plus pearls and labels you would need a trust fund to pronounce. The whole vibe is all gloss, zero flavor. Money everywhere, but I was dying for something, anything, real to happen.