Silver Borne Novels & Stories

I started focusing on how I was breathing and trying to get acquainted with the pain. "Would you just look at that? You're trying to harness the pain and would not scream out. Makes me wonder if you've felt this way before. Tell me, what do you think is in it?" He demanded. "Silver." I managed to say through clenched teeth. Right now, I was beginning to see why his tattoos stuck. Silver was deadly to us and if harnessed and messed with, even a wound from it could scar. I had been lucky that Harold had been with me or I would have scars. But now, it was clear that I had been dealing with a psycho and I would have to be more careful.

Revenge for what? I was about to ask, but Leo tapped my shoulder and held his phone up. “The doctor is on the phone for you,” he told me. I glared at Shirley who only chuckled; a growl escaped my throat as I grabbed the phone from Leo. “What is it?” I asked, turning away from them. “The results came back; Silver was given Moonshine. It’s used to block memories and powers,” Dr. Scott explained. “Can it be reversed?” “Your sister seems to think so. She’s currently working on getting Silver’s memories restored as we speak. She’s very confident. She’s making some kind of potion. Apparently, she had most of the ingredients already. I’ll keep you posted on if it works or not.”

“Threaded how.” Melody wiped her thumb over a smear on her forearm and held it up. Even in the warm lantern glow, Baylee could see it: Melissa’s blood glistened red at first… then, when Melody rubbed, it flashed dull gray, then for the slightest second lit with the faintest pale, wrong shimmer. Not silver. Silver had a metallic bite to it you could smell. This was colder. Hungrier. Thinner. “It’s layered,” Melody said softly. “Physical suppressant on top — something in the family of silver, yeah, but not exactly. It sits in the blood like grit, slows healing, zaps strength, keeps you just weak enough you don’t fight back too hard.”

"It doesn't hurt. I'll be fine, but what about you? May I see your chin?" I didn't want her to see it, but this was the first step to complete honesty so I lowered my hand with a slight grimace. It still hurt. It was the nature of silver toward the Neratomay. Silver was like an acid. It took a while to stop actually burning even when the silver was no longer in direct contact with Neratomay flesh. Accidental contact with silver maimed countless vampires each year. It took mere moments to lose a limb to the deadly metal. However, a limb lost to silver would eventually regenerate. I was proof of that.

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

I brought it closer and inhaled slowly, past the metal, past the faint trace of wherever it had come from, and found what was underneath. Wolfsbane. Dried and infused into the silver itself, threaded through the links so finely it would be invisible to anyone who wasn't looking for it past what it wanted them to smell. The kind of preparation that didn't happen by accident. The kind that took knowledge and patience and a very specific intention.

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

Even if she has fallen from her throne, she should still be able to rise again right? The fleet of shops beside the swimsuit shop sold sea equipment too, snorkeling equipment, kayaks, lifejackets, oxygen masks, etc., and all their windows were specially used for the display of goods. So Carla’s effort to see her figure through the glass plane was one in futility.