Silver Award Gacha Heat 13 Novels & Stories

See how safe the betas are going to feel under the rule of their idiot alpha. I approach the truck closest to me and break the lock. Mars comes over to me with her massive guard dog. She buries her hand in the fur on his neck. The two of them watch me push the door up. I release my claws and cut through the plastic wrap. There are bricks inside. I take one out and jump down next to her. She gives me the okay to open it. As soon as my nail hits what's inside, I drop the package. "Silver," I pushing her back so she doesn't get hurt. This shit burned throught through my claw. I pick it up again and cut a little more. "Silver powder,"

At this moment, the temperature in the room suddenly soared as if it was covered in hot lava. This sudden change naturally attracted everyone's attention. All of them stopped what they were doing and looked at the hot red metal ball in Philip's hand with very serious looks. In the crowd, someone muttered, “What a strong fire attribute. This has reached the highest level of the attribute value, right?” That person said while looking up at a blue electronic screen that appeared overhead. On the screen, the gold rating standard appeared at this moment—SSSSS! 5S! The highest fire attribute!

"What did you just do?" I ask, my body igniting in seconds, heat flooding every vein. My vision blurs as sweat drips down my back. Braden sways in front of me, something small and glinting in his hand. My body wobbles as he lets me go, and I claw at my hair, fingers fumbling for the vial of liquid silver. My hands shake too much to grip it. I just can't reach it. "Heat serum. If you're going to act like a whore, then I'll treat you like one," he groans, voice thick with amusement.

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?

A glint of silver caught the firelight, and when the final piece of cloth fell away, I gasped. It was beautiful. A pendant no bigger than my palm, shaped like a crescent moon cradling a single gemstone that pulsed faintly like a heartbeat. Its light shimmered with hues that changed the longer you stared—silver, lavender, and soft blues, each more ethereal than the last. “The Silverheart,” he said, his voice low. “A sacred Moon Goddess relic. Passed down through generations of Alphas in the Katana Tribe.” I stared at it, unable to look away. I didn’t touch it—but I felt it. Felt its call. A deep vibration inside my bones, as though something ancient and familiar had just recognized me.

] "Okay, convert my earnings from the second world into money, then you can take the money you need then." Akira looked at the big golden wheel that suddenly appeared. It was gigantic and gold. There were different sections on the wheel, some held money, such as $500 and $1, and some held items of clothing such as winter jackets, boots while other places had silver blanks covering them, keeping him from seeing the prizes. The word 'Mystery Prize' was written on the silver covering, but what caught Akira's eyes was a sword. The sword was a deep scarlet red that made it look like it was dripping with blood. It was sharp on both sides, the grip of the sword had scription on it. He instantly fel

I ripped it off angrily, but it was still hot. “Do you think she is in heat?” Lillian asked, looking at me shocked. “It’s not mating season yet,” Asher replied. Suddenly the door burst open as Silver came in. He ran to me. “Don’t hold her!” Asher yelled, pulling him back. “Why?” he snaps. “I tried to wake her up but her skin burnt me. Look” he said, showing him his hand. Silver looked at me shocked. “Is she in heat?” Lillian asked.

"Then I’ll find a third source. I’ll pull it from the earth, the air, the walls—anything but him." "There is no third source in this hellhole," Vane said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But there is a source in Oakhaven. The Inquisitor’s shipment. They’re moving a 'Heat-Core' to the garrison tonight. It’s meant to power the city’s defense, but it’s essentially a battery of condensed sun-fire. If you want to stop freezing, you need to steal it." Aiden looked up, his expression hardening. "You’re suggesting we rob the Silver Moon’s garrison? That’s suicide, Vane."

I repeated all of the same steps with the other 10, after the bonding was finished, their mind links melded together more intimately with Silverclaw’s. “Silverclaw thanks you for your tribute and devotion to our family, to our pack.” Angel spoke as she gave them each a silver chain to wear, bearing the Silverclaw crest. It was a half moon with two midnight blue stars on each end and a golden ‘s’ in the center. With them officially taking their position, howls of joy echoed from Newblood as they rejoiced in the making of the Barriers. We had a feast in honor of the 11 Barriers along with music, drinking, and dancing.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.