Silver Borne Novels & Stories

I did not even believe there was a goddess, but this was a special situation, any hope was good for me as long as it yields results. Soon Doctor Tamar came to us. Marcus and I stood up immediately, and she walked up to us. "Alpha Renfield, I am afraid I am a bit confused about Luna Gwen's situation." She said, and my heart sunk. "Luna Gwen system is producing silver," she said, and I was in shock. Silver was a highly deadly substance for a werewolf. Why will her system be producing something as lethal as that?

He then held the ammo, raising it beside his face to show it with everyone. “This is a silver bullet,” the guy announced. “Silver conducts heat better than any other metals. It’s incredibly ductile and malleable which is why it’s used for jewelry. But, there is one quality that silver has that isn’t shared by any other metals. It tarnished.” Then his eyes went from the ammo to us before he continued, “Silver has to be constantly polished or coated with something to protect it from the air. If it’s exposed, it develops a disgusting black crust that ruins the look of silver.” Then he showed us another silver which was covered in dark crusts. “It turns out, silver isn’t reacting with air becaus

I growled, grabbing the papers. All lycans were born with an inherent allergy to certain metals. They were some of the few things that hindered our ability to heal and were lethal depending on their usage. Mercury was one of those. Next to silver, it was the most dangerous. It’s how it got the alternative name of quicksilver generations ago. “That business with Sutton’s father was a land deal,” he explained. “He bought over two thousand acres along the eastern mountain range.” “Why? And is it just mercury or are we talking silver, too?”

This was the dark space John had taught her to navigate—the parts of the web where identity was a choice, not a fact. The keys clacked softly. Access Granted. She was in. The Silas Enterprises main server was a labyrinth of firewalls, but she wasn’t looking for the vault. Not yet. She needed a match to start the fire. She bypassed the financial records and dove into the logistics manifests. There it was. Shipment 909: Silver-tipped ordinance. Destination: The Northern Border. A cruel irony. Abram was selling silver—the very thing that could paralyze his own kind—to keep the peace.

He sighs, “Okay, we’ll start with the least pure, which I’m sure you’ll be absolutely fine with, and work our way up to the bar of pure silver we found on some human on our lands. We have no idea what he planned to do with it; it’s literally an ingot of the stuff.” He points to a solid bar of silver with the sterling mark on it, she hums, “But it’s definitely the ‘good’ stuff.” She nods, she wanted to start at the hard end, but understands his caution.

,he continued,his voice low and measured never taking his eyes off Salvatore. “And what is the price for such….generosity?” Ignoring his question,Don Silver continued. “A realignment of power,Salvatore.”,his tone lowered to a whisper as he leaned forward. “The drug routes you have been eyeing for expansion…..they could be yours.Exclusively if I might add.” The gleam of avarice in Salvatore’s eyes at the mention of the drug routes could not be missed. “What is this proposition going to cost me?”,Salvatore spat,his voice hoarse.

The source was a jagged tear across his abdomen. It looked like a claw mark, deep and ragged. But the edges of the wound weren't knitting together. They were blackened. Bubbling faintly. Silver poisoning. The smell of it made bile rise—acrid, burning sulfur. Someone had coated their weapon in nitrate-silver. It halted the Lycan regeneration. I watched the flesh try to move. Twitching. Pulling. Failing. The silver burned it back, turning biology against itself. I crept closer. Boots silent on the damp concrete. My grip on the shiv tightened until the bones in my hand felt like they might snap.

Showing them the truth would be the best explanation. She pulled off the earrings she had on her left ear. "This is gold. I know werewolves and many other supernatural creatures cannot even have silver close to them, but sages are different. We can hold gold and use it, and that is why you see me holding onto my favourite jewellery gifted to me by Alpha Aaron. However, when weaponized, it is as deadly as silver on a werewolf.”

"I felt the rage. The hunger. And then... I felt the pain. Your pain. It hit me like a blow. I collapsed in the middle of a meeting." "That's impossible." "Is it?" Levi smirked, but it was a sad, twisted thing. "You've seen the transfers, Maya. You've seen the purchase orders. Silver Nitrate." "What does silver have to do with this?" "Silver," Levi said, "burns us. It acts like a poison. It prevents us from healing. It prevents us from... shifting." I stared at him. My auditor's brain was trying to process the data, but the data didn't make sense. Shifting? Us?

The doctor deadpanned. Cronus sat up, "Did you just say rhodium? Morgan silver!?" "Yes." The wolf alpha recoiled visibly. Rhodium is the most dangerous metal to a werewolf and morgan silver is deadly when it comes in contact with a werewolf's skin. Rhodium weakens a werewolf so much while morgan silver can kill them. He was almost feeling pity for the Alpha King. Almost. But still... "Look, I don't want to get involved with you all ever again. I try to pretend twenty years ago never happened. Let's leave it that way." Cronus declared.