Silver Borne Novels & Stories

“And Luna Mira. It’s a pleasure to meet you both formally.” I forced a smile, accepting his handshake with as much grace as I could muster. It didn’t seem like I had ruined the chances of the alliance with my attitude earlier. David didn’t even seem to recall; maybe he did that with so many women that he’d forgotten the moment already. “Alpha David was just telling me about the silver mines in his territory,” Damon said, oblivious. “Apparently, they’ve discovered a new vein that’s particularly rich.” “Indeed.” David glanced at me. “We have more silver than we know what to do with. But what we lack is access to the northern trading routes that pass through Ashmoor territory.”

And protecting my wolf… is that why I shifted late? > “There is more to silver than just weakness…it adapts. Malleable under certain herbs. Reactive with heat. I tried mixing it with moonroot, It resisted. But with sunberry, it fused. What scares me most is the pattern. These metals…they’re everywhere.” > My pulse races. My fingers tremble on the page. > “Moonlit Pack has expanded trade beyond what Alpha Rowland promised. They’re not just refining metal now…they’re manufacturing it for things no healer should touch. And Pine Shadows knows. They’re waiting.”

Frowning, I glanced in the direction he was growling. There was a box. And a rose lying right next to it… What the---?! I grabbed the rose, but instantly let it go, feeling my skin sizzle. My heart dropped as I realized--- Silver! She had breathed in silver! Silver wasn't deadly for us. However, it did leave serious damage and scarring if it was ever used as a weapon. If it came into contact with our skin, it cut us off from our wolves and hindered the natural healing process, leaving us vulnerable for a while. The feeling was like fire, burning you like a bad allergic reaction...

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

he snarled. “Looks like we have company. Sorry, but this is where our chat stops.” Like it was never there, his face went back to normal, and he waved at me as he left. After that, I blacked out, but not before I felt someone approaching. Silver. The color of the moon wolves honored and the color of the metal that was their nemesis. I saw two different silvers, the same in color but different in aura, fighting and intertwining before my eyes.

Trust was a currency I didn't deal in with men like him. My nostrils flared, and underneath the noise of the hall I caught it, burnt Alpha flesh, sharp and chemical in a way ordinary fire didn't produce. Silver nitrate. A lethal little compound, favored by werewolves who wanted to make absolutely sure a death stayed quiet. Ingested, it roasted a body's organs from the inside out and burned away every biological trace that might otherwise identify the corpse. Convenient, if you needed someone gone and untraceable. I'd used it myself, once or twice, in years I didn't talk about.

he paused and change the slide projected on the screen. "One is your skill and the second is your developed ability." Developed Ability. That is the result of Silver. It's an experimental substance administered to us every other day during our experiment subject. Silver helps our brain to push it's limits to develop some sort of brain abilities such as telepathy and stuff. Other trainees here have already developed theirs, like me.

I trailed off. “Luna, the alpha if fine but how did he come in contact with silver? The doctor ask me. I frown because I don’t understand his question. “Silver?” “Yes!” A nurse brings the plank and shows it to me. I took it and stares at it with a frown, aren’t they just nails. I wonder. “These nails are coated with silver and they buried so deep in the alpha’s back” “If he was an average wolf, he’d be dead by now!”

“I thought silver was deadly for werewolves.” “A bullet of high purity silver penetrating your heart or with the use of modern medicine, injecting it into a vein, are the quickest ways for our kind to die, yes. But it was discovered about sixty years ago that small doses of high purity or large doses of low purity silver have temporary enhancement features. When injected into the muscle, either one will give you a euphoric high as well as increased strength and stamina with decreased pain perception. It’s very common for prospects in poor shape to engage in using it for that purpose. Unfortunately, those who do use it, often don’t realize the danger they are putting themselves in. The high o

she asks ready to do whatever it takes to save her mate. “It was as I thought. A silver wolf has the ability to draw silver out of the blood stream of a poisoned wolf,” I share with her. “How is that possible?” the Pack doctor asks. I look at him and I see him take a step back, “Had you kept up your studies you would know it is like an aura that draws silver towards it and neutralizes it in the blood stream,” I say condescendingly.