Silver Borne Novels & Stories

He said. I tilted my head back and looked at him. “Really?” “Yeah. I found something about the tool. It’s a combination of silver nitrate and Iron.” He said. “How can we touch something made of silver?” I said. “We can’t. Mom can, though.” He said. I turned and looked at him. “Wait. Mom isn’t affected by silver?” “No. Moon Goddess gift. Actually, if what your grandfather said is true, then you should be able to absorb that gift.” He said, like he had an epiphany.

He’d positioned himself strategically between two packs that I recognized from the map as potential allies. The doors closed, and an ancient wolf with grey hair and weathered features stood at the head of the table. “Welcome, Alphas of the North. I am Elder Tobias, neutral arbiter of this summit.” His eyes swept the room. “We have much to discuss. Including the presence of our… unexpected guest.” All eyes turned to me again. “Aria Silvermoon,” Tobias continued. “Last heir of the royal bloodline. Celestial Wolf. You’ve caused quite a stir in our territories.”

With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain. Silver. Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

She mumbled, her brain still busy in analyzing his state under different phenomena. His grin wiped off his face. Ambrose's ears perked up at her peculiarly specified question. “I wasn’t.” Engaged in her curiosity, she didn't notice the stiff tone of his answer. “Long-term use of Silver Stone can be injurious but morphing genetics or taking away inhibition is far-fetched.” She speculated, still unaware of the predator crouching closer. “How do you know?” Ambrose's face darkened. Laylin stiffened at his question. “I’m just an avid reader.” She added to further solidify her claim, “My territory in Ehan had a small mine of Silver Stone.”

he said, and I frowned at him. "So why does he want you dead?" Theodore asked. "Because of AgK32," he said, and I frowned at him. "Silver serum. While trying to replicate our genes, I made a serum that makes normal werewolves resistant to silver for a short period. It was meant to have a lasting effect, but it doesn't. See it more like a temporary preventive measure. The side effects are not so harmful. A rash and fever after twenty-four hours of usage.

I pleaded with her. "I understand Athena, I'll be careful " she replied "What business does your clan have with Sebastian Stone anyway?" I decided to peruse the moment. "I won't lie to you, so you would be careful too. For years now, Sebastian Stone has been collecting Silver. Pure silver, it is what has protected him for long now. I don't know his trade secrets or what he plans to do with them, but he works with them, lots of them. Last night, he ordered two bags full of it. His Shippers changed route, they agreed to pass through our turf, and we agreed to handle the delivery." She responded. The shock I felt was golden, what was Sebastian Stone doing with Silver?

“So are you going to buy this sword?” “N-no… show me another one… without the silver.” - But this one is the best, Radolyub himself spoke for strength. Heard about this, right? This is a very strong sorcerer, not so long ago he was passing through us and all the weapons in which there is silver spoke. He understands that we live not far from the Border, we need protection, he didn’t even take a fee. Yes, and the alloy here is wonderful, Zoran himself forged. And steel swords are completely useless against the undead.

Her eyes widened in concern before she reached for the necklace around her neck, pulling it out to reveal the ring I'd given her. "Henry told me it was my father's..." Clearing her throat when realizing she was too polite, she hid it beneath her shirt and looked back at me. "So silver can kill you?" "Anything can if there's enough of it. It's just harder for us. Silver is like what mercury is to humans. Makes us weak and then we can't heal. It's ideal for those who want to kill us." I leaned forward. "Which should tell you something about how I trust you...How can I make you stop looking at me like you don't." I offered a fork and a plate of her dinner as she cocked her jaw.

A cloud of acrid smoke rose from his shoulders as the silver bit into his muscle. Ignatius didn't even flinch. He picked up a needle from the tray, the light catching the bore of the tip. "You’ll do nothing, Vane. You’re a battery. Your rage keeps your heart rate up, which keeps the silver in your blood active. It’s perfect for the harvest."

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.