Silver Bloods Skyrim Novels & Stories

"Starved Iron eats heat. The Obsidian metal eats kinetic force. Neither of them can catch light." "I know," I said softly. I walked to the arched window, looking out over the sprawling, sunlit capital, and then further east, toward the jagged peaks of the wolf continent. "We don't need iron," I said. "We need silver. Raw, unadulterated, tectonic silver." I looked back at the Sovereign. "Elias. The crown on your head, the ancestral silver of your bloodline... where was it mined?" Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow.

I corrected. Warm amusement rippled through our bond. I took my place at the head of the rough table, every eye fixed on me. “Thank you for coming,” I began, my voice steady. “I know you’re weary. But we must decide what comes next—now, while the stakes are clear.” “I am a Silvermane, the last of a bloodline that can channel divine power. During the battle, I absorbed the Moon’s Tear. Together, they… altered me. Let me become what you saw.”

nope this was caused by SILVER! It must have been a stupid silver blade that Jade had used, this was not good as I’m supposed to be trying to hold on as long as possible for Sapphire’s sake, but they played dirty and used silver which will drain my energy making me weaker with no access to Sapphire or her healing powers. ‘Hey, Aurora did I ever mention to you that we’re able to withstand silver!! Play it out though like its making us weaker and I’ll try to heal you on the sly.’ Sapphire giggled to me, no she never mentioned it but I’m very glad we are.

“I’m plating the silver in iron with nickel alloy, like the Ghost gloves. Ian won’t feel the silver. It won’t hurt him at all, but the silver will prevent him from shifting into his wolf form. It should… snap him right out of it when they put it on him for the first time. And he won’t be able to take it off and choke on it, I swear.” Ryatt’s mouth ticks into a wry smile. Charming. Handsome. For a moment, I see the resemblance between him and Aris, and then it fades, reminding me that Aris generally prefers his father’s side of the family looks-wise. “Blake’s daughter, Skye… you’ll meet her at Solstice. She might be in the market for something like this, as well. She’s very girly, so somethin

"How could you use an illusion to tamper with my white wolf bloodline!" The surrounding pack members began to whisper, some casting doubtful glances. "Is it really black magic?" "How could a white wolf turn into a gray one?" Faced with their doubts, I sneered, and the pressure of my silver wolf erupted from within me. A powerful force swept through the grounds like a tide, stunning everyone into silence. "I am the Alpha's daughter, the noblest bloodline of the Silvermane Pack. What need do I have for black magic?" But Iris had always been skilled at playing the victim.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

Ireland’s air was heavier, thick with something she couldn’t name—magic or memory or just the ghosts of too many buried things. A man waited beyond the crowd. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Too still for a human trying to look casual. Vampire, she knew before she saw the eyes. Old blood recognizes its own. “Silver,” he said, accent soft Dublin but threaded with centuries. “Nik.” He extended a hand. His rings caught the morning light—three, silver and obsidian, humming faintly with spellwork. The kind that warns off mortals and promises violence in the same breath.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.