Silver Borne Novels & Stories

he muttered hesitantly. The room went silent as the Elders exchanged tense glances. Silverstone had been our secondary trade ally for nearly five years. We sold them excess metal scraps, woodcut remains and weapon fragments that remained from Ironclad's supply and in return, they provided tonics, rare minerals and winter pelts. If Ironclad was cut off, Silverstone would feel it next and not gently. “We meet with them at dawn,” I announced and the council shifted uncomfortably. “Prepare your reports and send a meeting invitation to the Silverstone pack,” I said, rising from my seat.

His eyes fluttered open, and relief washed over me. But when he saw her, his body tensed. “Selene,” he growled dangerously. “What have you done?” Then, his eyes turned silver, glowing like molten metal. His body radiated an otherworldly light, and a piercing scream tore from his throat as he gripped his head. “Nicholas!” I cried, turning to the Moon Goddess. “What have you done to him?” She laughed, the sound chilling me to my core. “He is finally back.”

He had been mapping and thinking. Sela's silver comes from the Growth's proximity to the Ground at the Old Growth boundary. The Growth-adjacent nodes are where the intermediary layer runs thinnest. Extended residence there produces the silver and the partial translation Fen described. But Darro doesn't have that background. Darro was Exile community, not Growth resident. No extended boundary proximity. Then: Which means the perceptibility at the northern secondary node isn't coming from silver or boundary exposure. It's coming from something else. Something about the northern node specifically.

Taking the keyboard from Trent, I navigate the image to the screen directly in front of me. This system filters out heavy metals and toxins...why...immunity to silver and wolfsbane... what does that mean? Is Elle and Silver Run immune, or is the man who took over her pack? 'Simon,' Slade says, forcing an image of his reaction to the silver to the forefront of my mind. Silver Run members having a high immunity makes sense if they live in a pack that needs this kind of water system on their pack.

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

My stare can’t even drift from the knife in her hand. “You see this, it’s a blade that the edges has been mixed with Silver. I’m sure you know what silver does to a werewolf.” She smirks and slides her finger tip on it slippery. Silver is feared by all werewolves. As much as it miraculously strengthens the Alpha of the Silver moon pack, its dangerous for others. She looks at one of the omega who is standing at the left side of the room behind her. “Get the wolfbane. I’d love to spice things up” she adds and grins. My eyes widens on hearing the mention of wolfbane.

And not just some ordinary kind of chains, it was made of silver and another special kind of metal alloy. Probably a lead base alloy, as lead can absorb the rays of the sun. Chastine opened her mouth to clearly say these words, “do you want to be free from human thralldom?” The bloodhunt’s eyes widened in awe as she said those bold words.

Over time, strands of silver had interwoven themselves among the vibrant strands, creating a striking contrast that spoke of the wisdom accumulated throughout her years. Her tail, a magnificent extension of her being, boasted scales of cobalt blue that retained their vibrancy, reflecting the enduring strength within her. Yet, upon closer inspection, they discovered that her tail bore a delicate adornment. Scattered amongst the azure scales were speckles of silver, like stardust scattered across a midnight sky. These silver speckles, reminiscent of the trials and tribulations she had weathered, served as a testament to her resilience and the wealth of knowledge she possessed.

He just kept on laughing as he watched my blood flow down and after getting satisfied, he walked out of the cell while bragging. Now, as I laid silently on the hard floor I tried and ignored the fresh blood that was trickling down my wrists that were cuffed in silver shackles. If it was anything other then silver I would be ok but open wound exposure to silver causes werewolves extreme pain and weakens us. Unlucky for me, Steven’s favourite metal was silver. Not only did silver give us physical pain, but it also made scars if it was exposed to our raw flesh.

At least the pain would end then. "Well," said a voice, deep and gentle, with a hint of dark amusement. “ I forced myself to raise my head. A man stood over me, bathed in the glow of the setting moon. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded a power that instinctively made my wolf bare its throat, even in my wounded state. Alpha. But not just any Alpha—something about him was different, ancient, dangerous. His eyes caught the moonlight and flashed a color I had never seen before. Not golden like most Alphas. Silver. Like the light that had emanated from me during the ceremony.