Silver Borne Novels & Stories

I kept my expression perfectly blank, an empty canvas of administrative politeness. "It’s a custom blend, Mr. Laurent," I replied, maintaining a steady even tone. "A lavender and silver-oxide synthesis. Our corporate environment requires a high standard of presentation and I prefer something that remains crisp throughout a twelve hour shift." I deliberately used the word ‘silver’. To a human, it meant nothing. To a wolf, it was a subtle, psychological deterrent – a reminder of the metal that could burn them.

Darren has been invaluable in helping me navigate the politics of this world, and I know I’ll need his insights more than ever as we move forward. As the night stretches on, I sit there, going over the details of the latest attack and the growing unrest within the pack. A nagging thought tugs at the back of my mind. Silver. That’s what the axe-chick kept incoherently ranting on about. There are silver mines on the Southern border with Siannodel. Is there a link there? There is silver near the Northern border with the vamps too. But things have been relatively quiet on that front thanks to Rachelle’s marriage to the vampire. Wolves are allergic to silver though,– or something like that.

I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”

In addition, the aroma is different from the previous one. Seeing my sister inside, my heart was relieved. - That's her? asked the werewolf. - Yes. Evelyn hissed and huddled in a corner. - We'll have to try. While he was looking around, Elyan and I checked the grate for strength. There are metals that do not lend themselves to supernatural beings. One of them is silver-white iridium, it belongs to the platinum group. Specially conducted research, and determined the type of this durable alloy.

"Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?" Dr. Riley sighed. “True, wolfsbane doesn't kill, but silver does—at least when left for a longer period in the bloodstream." I took the other tube from his hand and surveyed it. "But there isn't any silver here. How would they have gotten silver?" I questioned. “There is, in that one, if you look closely," he gestured for the tube in Harry's grip, the one that contained the wolfsbane we had seen earlier. Harry raised the tubes against the sun while he squinted. "I do see something in it, but barely."

I looked up at Elaina in confusion. “Silver?” I asked. Werewolves struggled with silver. We could manage light touch for short time but it was uncomfortable and would leave a painful burn if we had too much contact. It was said that it suppressed the wolf's side of you. Basically make you human. Not that I would know. I had never even thought to touch it. Elaina glanced at Jeremy before shaking her head. “No dear, it’s white gold,” she said, and I shrugged and then smiled. “Thank you Elaina, it’s beautiful,” I said.

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

“Silver stones.” The air in the room went cold. “Silver stones” I repeated flatly. Will nodded. "If I had to guess, she either ingested them or injected them. They're in her bloodstream now, suppressing her wolf's ability to heal.” My fist curled tightly. Silver stones were different from regular silver. They interfere with a wolf’s regenerative process and slow it, sometimes enough that it's like that of humans. They’re used as a deterrent. As a weapon. If someone’s blood is infused with it, or they ingest it, the healing is drastically reduced.

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

I recognized him from my days as a pack healer—he was one of the best silver poisoning specialists in the territories. "Alpha Moonstone," he greeted Arthur with a respectful nod. "Your stepmother is stable. We were able to purge most of the silver from her system before it could cause permanent damage to her wolf." Arthur's shoulders relaxed slightly. "She'll recover?" "Yes," Dr. Thompson confirmed. "She ingested a significant amount of silver, but she was found quickly. Another hour and the outcome would have been very different." "How convenient," I murmured, too low for anyone but Arthur to hear.