Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

Indigo yelled as she used her strength to push the cup off Travis’s hand. “Trying to kill you, what does that mean?” Elijah asked his darling wife. I scoffed; I picked up the spoon from the table, and showed it to them, “It was a silver spoon, and it turned black after putting it in the milk.” “Sister, I did not mean to do it,” Indigo yelled. “Sister?” I rolled my eyes, “What did you not mean to do?” I questioned, “Indigo, your life depends on your answer.” “My Lady!!” Scott called furiously.

The Standard of the New Era The long banquet table at the apex of the Sovereign Elite Grand Hall was carved from solid, seamless obsidian, polished until it reflected the cold, brilliant white glare of the crystal chandeliers hanging far above. Silver serving trays and porcelain dishes clinked softly, but the atmosphere inside the royal dining tier remained dense with the heavy, unyielding pressure of international supernatural law.

I indicated the spoons I had on the counter, but not pointing out which one. I had two there, one that was bamboo, the other metal. The bamboo one was purely decorative, having carvings of trees and plants on it. When I saw Gaston come in, I picked it out just for him; hoping his love of pretty things would circumvent practicality. I was right in that aspect when he went to pick up the spoon.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she moaned. “Jesus…Sally.” “Hey only I’m supposed to make you do things like that.” I teased faking mock hurt. “Oh stop.” She shoved a spoon ful in my face I took a bite then she gave Jared one before giving herself another. “Jesus Sally is right.” Jared said. “Mind if I have a bowl?” “You both can as long as you save me some for later.” “Done.” Jared hopped over the counter. I got out two more bowls and we all sat and enjoyed our ice cream.

Today, I led to the backyard outside the kitchen where the entire rectangular space, the size of a basketball court, was covered with silverware. “Get them to sparkle again.” Was all she said before she went back into the mansion. I stared in bewilderment at the ocean of rusty and aged silverware. ***** Six hours later, I threw the last silver spoon into the heap and stood, stretching out the stiff muscles. By the position of the sun blazing above me, I could tell that I’ve missed lunch for the fourth consecutive time. My empty stomach growled furiously, but there was nothing I could do. Suddenly, Margaret appeared with a giant hose and a huge malicious smirk on her face.

“My brother collects old bullets from the American Revolution, Civil War period, various types. A collector. Anyway, he was saying how he had about every size,shape, and kind of bullet known to man except for one.” “Silver bullets.” “Yes, sir. He’s turning twenty-five and I wanted to give him a real keepsake. Will these be enough silver spoons for the job?” The smithy wiped his sweaty hands on his apron and considered the silverware. Looking back up at her with eyes as black as the coal in his fire, he asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “Come back in three hours. I have several other jobs before yours, miss.”

she pondered but could not come up with a solution. After taking a seat, she gestured for the Don to come forward. She took up the spoon, dipped it in the food, and removed it. She looked intently at the golden spoon, wanting to make certain that nothing would happen to the gold. "It tastes good. You can see it for yourself.” With a laugh, Eowyn wished she could put it in her mouth. Lena put the spoon onto the plate after observing it until its golden hue started to fade. "Why not give it a taste first? The etiquette is for the chef to sample the food first."

“Lucky you.” “I guess I'm not so lucky.”I said,showing her the rusty spoon. “Look at this mess,how am I supposed to host a nice gala with spoons that look like this?” “ isn't it reserved for her alone?”Noelle asked dreamily as she stared at the painting on the ceiling. “Did you get access to it?” “Ask and it shall be given.I simply asked and she let me use it.” Noelle chuckled. “So the only thing wrong with your little paradise is a rusty spoon?”

A carved wolf's head with a flute crosswise in its jaws. Eric sniffed the air. "Wolfsbane oil on the door handles." Malcolm's hand went to his concealed dagger. "He's expecting trouble." Before I could knock, the door creaked open. A wizened man with milky eyes stood framed in the gloom, his gnarled fingers curled around a blade made of... Silver. Real silver, not the alloy we used for weapons. Pure enough to kill with a scratch. "Jonas," Seraphina breathed.

Back in my bedroom, I locked the door. I opened a drawer and took out a small, ornate silver knife—a cruel irony, as Kael had given it to me three years ago as a "talisman" to "ward off dark spirits." The irony was suffocating. I went to my vanity and began removing every token Kael had ever given me. The wedding ring. Slice. The mate necklace. Slice. The Moon Goddess blessing bracelet. Slice. With each cut, a faint silver light emanated from the items as the pack magic of the mate bond dissipated.