Silver Borne Novels & Stories

Willow gasped, a sound I barely registered. Orion pushed off the wall. "Are you certain?" "The presentation is textbook. The effect on her system, the speed of it, the way it's moving–" Dr. Sera shook her head. "Silver Thornbloom was developed for one purpose. It doesn't attack the body like conventional poisons. It targets the bond between a White Wolf and her wolf first. Works from the inside out, severing the connection before anything else." She looked between Orion and me, ensuring we understood the gravity. "Her body could survive the compound itself. With time and treatment, the physical effects are manageable."

"Yeah... You asked what my witnesses were and I replied ORE! You know, o - r - e, ORE! The naturally occurring solid material from which a metal or valuable mineral can be extracted profitably. You understand?..." The woman frowns, obviously not buying the cover-up I'm spinning. I laugh nervously and hurriedly add, "Of course not just any ore mind you. I'm talking about the silver-bearing ones..." I slowly begin to regain my confidence when her frown dissolves into a wondering expression. That look gave me momentum and I continue to d******d to them what I once read in a science magazine. Thank Moon goddess for my good memory. "Although Silver-bearing ore typically contains very little silve

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.

I let it be the size it was. It was considerable. It was right. He looked at me. His eyes had the gold in them. Not the brief crack of gold from the ceremony hall—the gold that had been losing ground to silver from the moment he stepped forward, the gold that had been retreating before he even spoke. This was the full version. Gold all the way through, warm and settled, his wolf no longer fighting for something it had been trying to reach for eight months. His wolf had arrived. "There it is," I said.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

Suddenly, his head shot up at me. "You may be right, Luna." Doctor Aeson pushed his specs back and wriggled his nose. "I thought it wasn't possible. Silver burns and kills us instantly. We can't survive it." He returned to the dabbing and continued, "But with tiny amounts. It is possible."

“Selene ruled by removing it. We restore it—and make her methods look archaic.” Draven snorted softly. “She won’t tolerate being made irrelevant.” “No,” Liora agreed. “She’ll escalate.” The bond pulsed again. Stronger this time. Silver stirred in his cradle nearby, eyes fluttering open. For just a moment—just a breath—his gaze shimmered silver-white before fading back to soft grey. All three of them froze. Liora moved first, lifting him gently, cradling his head against her shoulder. “It’s all right,” she whispered, though her heart raced. “I’ve got you.”

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

"What are we dealing with here, doctor?" "Your Highness," the doctor said, then she swallowed hard for a moment before she started talking again. "It appears as if she has trace elements of silver in her bloodstream. That would explain a lot about her physical condition. She could have ingested it over a period of time, a long time for that matter, or been given it via a syringe. The way she was given it, I am not entirely sure. But I do know she has trace amounts of silver in her system. She will need very special treatment to be able to remove the silver from her body entirely."

“He’s in so much pain.” “And it will only get worse,” Steven says. “Don’t be crass,” Beau says, and that’s rich, coming from him. But this time, I’m inclined to agree. There’s no time for correction though, not with Neil’s life potentially on the line. “You know what’s wrong?” I ask Steven nods critically. “It’s silver poisoning.” The boys gasp. I do too. Silver is poisonous to werewolves, but only if it enters the bloodstream. Part of my research into warrior training was understanding that silver weapons would be utilized by our potential enemies. But even being stabbed with a silver blade shouldn’t look like this…