Novel & Cerita Silver Death

She asked confused. "Yes, we get healed quickly love and no scars is left behind." Vladimir said. "But if we are heat by silver than it leaves behind a scar?" He told her. Rose looked at him in confusion. "Silver? What's that?" She asked. "It's a poisonous metal love. It kills Beasts and werewolves if used in large quality." Zachariah told her. Rose gasped hearing him. "K-kill?" She asked in disbelief. She felt tears forming in her eyes that the thought of them getting hit by silver.

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.

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

" Silver yelled, her eyes red, and tears were just coming out like water. This was the first time I heard her voice. She was the girl Zina always said she didn't like people. I sniffled, hiccuping. "Zina!! I'm talking to you. Stand up! The master said there's a penalty for coming to training late... "Zina!!" Silver yelled again, crying hard this time, as she rushed to Zina's corpse, trying to pull the cover from her. She attracted people to hold her, earning another round of crying from others. This is way too much to handle. I just wish it was just a dream. Hope it is just a dream. I want to wake up!

Silver asked stepping inside the room with Skyla, he was obviously confused about all of this but trusted his other half. “Silver you know I love you right?” “Yes I know, what's with this? You are starting to scare me.” “Good, that's all I wanted you to know before you die, it's been fun.” “Don't joke around like that, who's dying now?” “You. And I'm not joking,” Skyla said and summoned several large spears, she ushered them to impale Silver in which they did pinning him on the wall high above the ground. Each spear stabbed his vital points and blood fell down like a waterfall.

Silver dropped to her knees, her hands gripping my face with a desperate look I had never seen before. “Don’t you dare die on me,” she hissed, her voice shaking but her eyes blazing. “Not tonight—” All I could hear was the faint sound of Silver’s voice.

She must be saved! Vic sighed. - Do you have any suggestions? He glanced at the doctor, who trembled slightly, wrapping his arms around himself. - Well, purely theoretically, silver should act on the dead, - the teenager gave out. – I read about it somewhere. - Purely theoretically - yes, - Vic agreed, remembering how this same silver, even during his lifetime, began to burn his skin quite noticeably. - Okay, we carefully go around the house and look for silver. Stick together. And I'll stay with Lirta.

she was the moon goddess. "Lycans to you, it is spoken, your powers have departed from you and you shall be deprived authority over other supernatural beings and your dwelling shall be among them, they shall make you live as they do: and on every full moon night, you shall live as a beast with no bearing of humanity. But a savior will be born 10,000 years to come, she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. only through her can the prophecy be fulfilled."

"Oh, Moon Goddess! She died too miserably... Her bones were burned by silver, and her wolf was torn apart..." The enforcers snapped on flashlights and followed the witch and the necromancer down the stairs. The deeper they went, the thicker the stench became. It wasn't ordinary rot. It carried the metallic bite of silver poisoning. "I have only smelled this once," the older enforcer muttered, his face draining. "It was at a silver massacre 30 years ago." At the far end of the basement, the necromancer suddenly dropped to his knees and pointed at a door forged entirely of silver.

Those impossible silver flames licking beneath my skin. I hated that he’d noticed. Worse—I hated that he hadn’t looked away first. A chime sounded. The Alpha Council stepped onto the raised dais. Every conversation died instantly. Elder Myrien approached the podium with a tablet in one hand and a weathered scroll in the other—the scroll drawing whispers from older wolves. No one touched those unless it was serious. “Tonight,” Myrien said, voice amplified through hidden speakers, “we reopen the Prophecy of the Silver Veil.”