Silver Bloods Skyrim Novels & Stories

Well, even more reasons they should die, no one should know my face or gender, yet. By the time Jonah came to me, the last warrior was being held in a chokehold and I slammed him on his own sword. “I feel useless.” He sighed. “Wanna be useful? Help clean this up. This place is close to a market and people will flip seeing this much blood.” I noted. Jonah folded his hands. “What are you doing around here?” I narrowed my eyes at him, and marched to him, my both hands covered with blood. “Don’t ask, Jonah. I’m Your Silver, I can be anywhere.”

Silver everywhere now, soaking into the sheets, dripping onto the floor. "We're losing too much." Elira pressed her hands to one of the splits, trying to stop it. "She can't bleed this much without—" "It's not regular blood." Rhea kept stitching. "Bond silver doesn't follow normal rules." "What RULES does it follow?" Serna's arms were shaking from holding Lyra down. "Fuck if I know." Rhea got another line closed, moved to the next. "Making this up as I go." A split opened across Lyra's collarbone, deep one, could see bone underneath. Serna's stomach tried to climb out her throat.

Just days ago, he had torn a soldier’s head clean from his shoulders, simply for failing to follow an order quickly enough. Now, with his eyes blazing and his rage trembling on the edge of eruption, Lucas looked deadlier than ever. “It’s… it’s actually the blood of a Lycan,” the soldier stammered, “and pure silver.” Lucas’s brows furrowed. Pure silver? Everyone knew silver was forbidden. It was poison to werewolves. How could it possibly cure anything? “I thought silver was poisonous,” Lucas muttered, confusion slipping into his tone.

he shrill screams of thousands of immortal voice boxes tore through the night at Avalon Castle. The rain of pure silver shards from the barrels of the Black-Zero Division's electromagnetic guns didn't leave a single blind spot in the grounds of the giant hall. Vampire nobles who were accustomed to sipping mortal blood from golden chalices, now crawled through the rubble with their bodies sizzling on fire. Pure silver is a natural anomaly for their stem cells. When a small piece of silver chain penetrated their chest, the wound could not be closed, but spread like rotting lava that eroded their internal organs to charcoal.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

“Of course, you guys keep watch, when we get back, I swear I’ll take a day off to go to the falls together.” “We got it Alpha...” They said and afterward, they whisper in a low tone, “Be careful dad.” I give a nod of assent, jump and transform, starting to run to get to Sky as soon as possible. “My wife is overly wooed.” Nicolette POV Silver and I haven’t moved an inch, but as soon as the wind around us stops, we start charging. Silver also created two long swords with black blades and a skull for the hilt. When the swords come into contact, an annoying sound is created and a shockwave makes the trees bend in the opposite direction to ours.

he said softly. His words made me happier than I expected. I didn’t know what to say back, so I just nodded. *** The next day, Axel came in with news from the healer. He didn’t bother sitting. “Lysa ran more tests on your blood,” he said. His eyes met mine. “And she found something strange. There was a trace of a third color, like a shadow pigment. She called it silvered.” I frowned. “Silvered? What does that mean?”

"Someone help her!" The silver-tainted blood stained my fingers, burning slightly with its unnatural shimmer. Each droplet felt like molten silver against my skin, a physical manifestation of my guilt. This was my doing – my silver attack five years ago had poisoned her heart, and now she was drowning in her own blood.

The light faltered. The gold thinned, then thickened, then thinned again, as if two hands pulled it from opposite sides. A thread of white ran through the flame. Not gold. Not red. A pale silver white like moonlight on ice. A murmur grew into voices. A child cried once and was hushed. Outside, bells that should have fallen silent kept ringing, as if they had forgotten how to stop. The silver grew brighter. It folded through the gold and softened it until the two colors lay side by side. The bowl sang a high note that set the candle flames trembling.

] [New Passive Skill: Moonblood Resonance—enhances magic regeneration, boosts strength, speed, and resistance to spells. [Secondary Core Stabilizing… Please refrain from dying.] “Refrain from dying?!” Her outburst nearly escaped as a shout, and she slapped a hand over her mouth again. Breathing hard, she stared at herself. The silver hair wasn’t an illusion—it shimmered even when she turned away. Her eyes, too, seemed lighter, the faintest glimmer of blue-white flickering like frost. “Oh gods,” she muttered. “Oh Selune.” [You seem surprised.]