Refined Silver Kakarot Novels & Stories

Karina mutters into our fur, sounding weak, and Lazarus snarls. Silver gas is only authorized to be used on prisoners and is highly regulated throughout the world. It keeps a werewolf in human form and can only be administered in small amounts. If Kincaid has it, it means he either purchased it off the black market, or he has found a way to manufacture it himself, which is probably the case since he had to test it. I can't believe he used that on his pack members, much less the pups. My worry for Chloe and my pack members grows as Karina begins to cough into our white fur.

The fight drains out of him when he sees the three crossbows aimed at his chest. Tarek stands over him, chest heaving, rain plastering his hair to his face. He looks wild. He looks alive. I step off the man I pinned, he’s not going anywhere, and walk over to the cart. I rip the canvas back and discover, to absolutely zero surprise, twelve bars of raw silver, stamped with the Silvercrest seal, glowing dull and heavy in the lantern light. “Well,” I say, looking at Kellan. “I don’t think Rask wears these to the country.”

Akira whispered a sharp incantation — words I didn’t recognize but felt down to the marrow of my bones. The mist recoiled. The figures howled in rage, shrinking, twisting. Another wave came — stronger, meaner. They clawed at the edges of reality, trying to force fear into our hearts. Akira stood, her hand flashing as she pulled a small silver talisman from under her jacket — a charm etched with runes I knew were old, older than Raven’s Peak itself. The moment she held it aloft, the symbols lit up — soft and silver like moonlight trapped in stone.

Over time, strands of silver had interwoven themselves among the vibrant strands, creating a striking contrast that spoke of the wisdom accumulated throughout her years. Her tail, a magnificent extension of her being, boasted scales of cobalt blue that retained their vibrancy, reflecting the enduring strength within her. Yet, upon closer inspection, they discovered that her tail bore a delicate adornment. Scattered amongst the azure scales were speckles of silver, like stardust scattered across a midnight sky. These silver speckles, reminiscent of the trials and tribulations she had weathered, served as a testament to her resilience and the wealth of knowledge she possessed.

A single figure emerged. She was tall, her frame strong but graceful, her hair a mane of black threaded with silver. Her eyes glowed bright amber, piercing through Kaelen as if stripping him bare. She wore no armor, only a cloak of fur across her shoulders, and her hands ended in claws that gleamed faintly in the dim light. “You walk dangerous ground, elf,” she said, her voice a growl tempered with authority. Then her gaze shifted to Kaelen, lingering on the faint glow beneath his skin. “And you bring with you the fire.”

he pats my shoulder really hard before walking away. "Yeah what the fuck else am I good for" I reply rubbing my now wrecked shoulder "You're good for a lot" Silver smiles as she continues eating her carrots "You think so?" She nods "thank god I thought I was useless" she laughs throwing a carrot at me.

“Gradually, the iron minerals in blood cells will turn into silver minerals. Won’t kill instantly… more of a slow and painful death.” Seeing as their guests were seemingly fighting over the bowl of popcorn, Frank pulled his phone out to call for pizzas. “And that’s for whoever touches it, doesn’t need to wear it. The purpose of the Silverling Heart isn’t just to give silver immunity to the wearer, but also to create silver stuff,” said Erik.

The mate bond pulsed weakly in my chest, the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. "The silver," I whispered. "It was spreading so fast. I've never seen it move like that, not even in humans. Not in an Alpha." Hunter and Alexei exchanged glances. "The blade was treated," Alexei said, his voice grim. "Weaponized silver. Designed to maximize damage." A cold weight settled in my stomach. Normal silver was dangerous to werewolves, but our bodies could eventually process it, especially Alphas with their stronger healing. Weaponized silver was something else entirely—designed to spread rapidly, to resist our natural defenses.

We exchanged a look as Kara struggled to form a word. “The– p–pup, they–just gave birth too,” she stammered while trying to breathe at the same time. “What about the pup, Kara? Is he okay?” My father questioned sternly. “Yes, but something new happened.” “What do you mean?” “He has the blessing of the moon goddess. Alpha, he has silver blood.” I could practically hear crickets chirping after Kara stuttered out the announcement and it wasn't even nighttime. We were all that silent.

The roar of werewolves and the clashing sounds of blades filled the air. I was just about to shift to my wolf form and fight them when a part of my spine began to hurt a bit. I knew calling my wolf out in this state was a stupid idea, and I did promise Hazel that I'd be okay. So instead, I entered my car and took my gun out. The gun was fully loaded, but I took out all the bullets in it and replaced them with special ones. The silver bullets are made out of actual silver; one shot is enough to end a wolf, and luckily only high-status people have access to these weapons.