Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

“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.

“Oh, trust me, I’m getting plenty of joy watching you defend that medicine-flavored sugar goop.” I rolled my eyes and dipped the spoon back into the tub. “I’m not going to reward you with a reply.” “You just did,” he said smoothly. “I bet you can’t even defend it properly.” That made me pause, spoon hovering midair. Oh, it’s game on. “A spoonful feels like floating straight into the clouds,” I said proudly. “It’s soft, sweet, and doesn’t judge you like some people do.” Reeves smirked. “Oh, well in that case, I guess you’re right.”

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?”

“Heavy how?” He doesn't answer, only nods as he closes the door behind him. I look back at the Shattered Mirror. It’s beautiful, but as I touch my hair, I realize it wasn't the silver I was thinking about. It's the way Silas didn't ask for anything in return for his kindness. I pick up the spoon. The stew is still warm, and for the first time in weeks, the silence of the workshop doesn't feel like a grave.

The mashed potatoes sat untouched, swimming in untouched, rich gravy, and the golden rolls lay dry and forgotten at the edge of the basket, their crusts hardened. "Why do they waste so much?" she muttered to herself, her voice a faint, bitter whisper that was lost in the vastness of the room. She picked up a gleaming silver spoon, its polished surface reflecting the opulent chandeliers, and dropped it into the heavy tray with a soft clink. Her eyes trailed over to the untouched wine glasses, crystal clear and sparkling, still holding the faint scent of expensive wine. Her chest tightened with a familiar ache.

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.

“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.”

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?"

“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…”