Silver Exe Novels & Stories

"What are we dealing with here, doctor?" "Your Highness," the doctor said, then she swallowed hard for a moment before she started talking again. "It appears as if she has trace elements of silver in her bloodstream. That would explain a lot about her physical condition. She could have ingested it over a period of time, a long time for that matter, or been given it via a syringe. The way she was given it, I am not entirely sure. But I do know she has trace amounts of silver in her system. She will need very special treatment to be able to remove the silver from her body entirely."

I looked up at Elaina in confusion. “Silver?” I asked. Werewolves struggled with silver. We could manage light touch for short time but it was uncomfortable and would leave a painful burn if we had too much contact. It was said that it suppressed the wolf's side of you. Basically make you human. Not that I would know. I had never even thought to touch it. Elaina glanced at Jeremy before shaking her head. “No dear, it’s white gold,” she said, and I shrugged and then smiled. “Thank you Elaina, it’s beautiful,” I said.

I turned the word over in my mind. “A what?” I’d never heard of that word before. “A Silvery,” she repeated. “It’s a special silver weapon made by witches. They designed it to deal specifically with shifters. It’s full of dark magic and witchcraft.” “Witches?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Yes,” Dagny nodded. “It’s not a common weapon, but it’s highly effective. Witches use SIlverys themselves to defend against shifters, like werewolves. But they’ll sell Silverys, too, for the right price.”

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

Hale stated. “See!” River exclaimed. “However, many hybrids are affected by silver as well. It’s not as deadly to them, but it can be harmful. So having silver around would put you and Sage in danger.” Hale explained. River and Sage pouted. “That explains a lot. I thought it was weird that they would have a silver allergy. I used to have a silver locket, and as babies, they tried to chew on it, resulting in a rash on their hands and their lips swell.” I blinked as it all now made sense.

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

" clyde said and Ella glared at him. " Let's go and Lower your voice can you?" Ella said as they walk to class. " Where's Lilith?" Ella said upon reaching the class. " In her class of course, where else." Clyde said. "Oh okay." << Somewhere in the school>> silver can be seen sitting down on a chair with a can of beer in his hand before a girl walked up to him. "Hey." It's was Bella. "Tell me what you wanted to see me for and get out." silver said.

There was no escape from it. Czar stopped in front of the cell, his hands resting on his hips as he surveyed it with pride. “This,” he said, his voice low and full of meaning, “is the Silver Cell. Anyone put in here won’t last long. The silver weakens them, burns their skin if they even try to touch the bars. We’ve had some of the strongest wolves begging for death after just a few hours in here.” Enzo stared at the cell, his eyes narrowing in fascination. He could almost feel the weight of the silver, the oppressive energy that radiated from the structure. “Impressive,” he muttered, stepping closer. “What about the... equipment you mentioned?”