Refined Silver Kakarot Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"Silver doesn't work on you?" "I absorbed the immunity from Subject Nineteen. He could touch silver without pain. Now so can I." Kira stepped through the bent bars into Zara's cell. "I've absorbed forty three different abilities. Strength. Speed. Healing. Immunity to silver. Resistance to fire. Enhanced senses. Each kill makes me stronger." She grabbed Zara by the throat, lifting her off the ground despite the silver chains. "And now I'm here for yours." "Kira, wait!" Elena screamed from her cell. "I'm your mother! Please!"

It was coming from the sky. "The carrier," I whispered. "The carrier is already gone," Vance said. She was smiling now, even as Richard’s jaws hovered inches from her throat. "The Silver-Eater is a kinetic slug. It doesn't need to fire. It just needs to fall. And it's coming down right on top of this tent." "Richard! Get out!" I screamed. Richard didn't move. He grabbed Vance by the collar and threw her out into the mud, his chrome body shielding me from the terminal.

Tears. Kieran pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply, thoroughly, like the world has no claim on us anymore. I kiss him back, smiling through tears I don’t bother hiding. As the noise settles, Anders lifts his hand once more. “And now,” he says, “we crown what has already been proven.” A crown—lighter than Kieran’s but no less powerful—is brought forward. Silver woven with moonstone, etched with the same runes that glow faintly beneath my skin.

I sniff. “Hmm,” I sigh. My focus returns to my phone which is stationed right in front of me. Aaron and his brothers are all kneeling on the floor, making some kind of incantation with the blood in their midst. They encircle it, holding hands with each other, then there are golden cups, four of them in their midst. A sudden question arises in my mind. “Why aren't they using the common silver one?” This is the model most elites use, hold seems quite royal and kind of a ceremonial item.

All of the men were stronger than me, and seeing as Scarlet had withdrawn into the deepest corners of my mind, I couldn’t even draw strength from her. Miss Shuzen reached into one of the pockets in her dress and brought out a handkerchief. She stared at it as though it had the power to do and undo the cosmos, and it was only when she brought it close to me that I figured out what it truly was. Silver. Pure Silver. My fear came back in an instant and regardless of whether I had my wolf backing me up or not, I began to struggle to escape once again even though I knew deep down that it wasn’t going to make a difference. I would much rather go down with a fight than do nothing at all.

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

—massive spikes of refined silver etched with the runes of the Whispering Woods. "The silver has to be pure, Rhea," Sela warned, over the clang of hammers. "If there’s even a speck of iron or slag, the Phase-Shift will shatter the bolt like glass. We’re using the last of our high-grade ore." "Use it all," Rhea said, her voice gravelly. "If we don't break that wall, the ore is just shiny rocks in a tomb."

We both sense that line getting tighter. “She’s coming,” I whisper. He nods. “Yeah. And when she does, it won’t be just for you.” I turn, really looking at him. “She wants what I won’t let myself become.” He meets my eyes, steady. “And what’s that?” I breathe in. “A crown with no heart.” The silver inside me stirs. It feels warm, solid—like it’s ready. Out there in the woods, something ancient is listening. And for once, it’s not moving. It’s just waiting.

A flash of silver and gold light flickered briefly within my pupils. Something had changed. I could feel it. Deep within me. Yet I couldn’t quite explain what it was. “Are you okay?” Karl asked, concern visible on his face. “I’m fine,” I replied after taking a deep breath. “Just the secret technique transmission.” Relief appeared on his face. I then reached for the Silver Moon Scepter and carefully lifted it. The weapon felt warm in my hands. Ancient. Powerful. Every detail had been meticulously crafted, and moon patterns covered its surface while silver runes shimmered faintly beneath the metal.