Novelas y relatos de Quicksilver Dc Comics

Three years after losing my wolf, I learned that my mate, Alpha Kael, had been poisoning me with Silver Dust to suppress my awakening. All because the one he truly loved was my adopted sister, Selene. I was standing outside his office, clutching a file, my knuckles hovering just inches from the door when I heard his voice. "Have Clara’s blood reports come in yet?" "They have, Alpha. The level of Silver Dust in her system is dangerously high." Silver Dust?

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

It was pulsing violently, the green light turning a poisonous red. "It needs a Scribe's touch!" Ligeia yelled, dodging a shadow-tendril. "Get the girl!" Two Valerii enforcers lunged for me. I didn't think. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my silver dagger and slashed at the first one’s arm. Static.

I murmured, my voice resonating with that deep, metallic echo of the Eclipse that had settled into my bones. I lifted my right arm, allowing the permanent star-silver bracer fused to my skin to catch the morning rays. The metal didn't reflect the light; it devoured it. The intricate flame patterns etched into the silver pulsed a vibrant, dangerous amethyst, drawing directly from the volatile static humming in my nervous system. Down my fingers, the dark violet veins throbbed, completely alive, vibrating in perfect harmony with the heavy obsidian collar fastened around my throat. Down on the plains, the High Inquisitor raised his golden-trimmed arm. The enormous amber crystal atop his staff f

The vibration under my palms wasn’t just machinery; it was the scream of a dying era. As the "Holy Fire" poured from my veins into the lunar relay, the smell of ozone and burning quartz filled the cramped, pressurized chamber. Beside me, Leo and Ace were teeth-clenched anchors, their small faces pale but determined. We were a circuit—a closed loop of Silver-blood authority—and for the first time in a thousand years, the Moon’s heart was beating in rhythm with a true Queen.

Quinn said urgently, grabbing Chase's hand to flee. "Are you talking about Taggart? Don't worry, he's already dead," Chase said with a smile. "Dead? How is that possible? Did you kill him?" Quinn asked incredulously. "No. You did," Chase explained about the Golden Voodoo Silkworm's actions. As he spoke, Quinn's aura stabilized at stage-nine martial lord. She finally noticed the changes in her body. With a thought, the Golden Voodoo Silkworm appeared in her hand, chirping as if seeking praise.

Silver asked stepping inside the room with Skyla, he was obviously confused about all of this but trusted his other half. “Silver you know I love you right?” “Yes I know, what's with this? You are starting to scare me.” “Good, that's all I wanted you to know before you die, it's been fun.” “Don't joke around like that, who's dying now?” “You. And I'm not joking,” Skyla said and summoned several large spears, she ushered them to impale Silver in which they did pinning him on the wall high above the ground. Each spear stabbed his vital points and blood fell down like a waterfall.

I am in mourning. I walk towards the sliding doors and the pungent smell of medicine hits me. It's a small building with only a few rooms as wolves don't face problems with health unless they were attacked with silver. Silver. The room spins and I close my eyes shut, my fingers stroking my aching head. The knife that was thrust into my male was the most dangerous of all. Handcrafted with a mix of mercury and pure silver also called guicksilver. I made sure to possess every single detail of that knife. It was made exactly for one purpose... to kill.

“What does Quicksilver do?” “After I coat the liquid on the metal, whatever it cuts will become poisoned. Making it easy for you to kill your enemy.” He glanced at the blade, as she held it towards the ground. “But I must warn you; after I had coated the blade, you can’t allow it to cut you.” Ava nodded, “It would poison me too.” Azrael could see from her eyes that she had a lot on her mind. He reached over for the sword and asked, “What has happened at your school, I see that you’re not yourself?”

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.