Silver Exe Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"Gladly… I’ll let her go if you leave Adrian alone. Take two steps back, open the drawer on your right and stab yourself in the neck with the syringe you will find in there." Glancing at the terrified pup, my heart thundered for her. Any small mistake and her throat will be pulled out. I took a few steps behind and did as Antonio instructed. "What the hell is in this syringe?" I asked just as I jabbed myself with it. Antonio chuckled. "Just pure silver to tame your beast." My eyes rounded just as my insides felt like they were on fire. Silver was often used in small amounts because it was deadly and it was usually diluted. But this was concentrated.

his voice was in my head as he banged on the door I carefully opened the door to see Erik standing directly on the other side. Holding my hands up to him “I think I was chained” Erik took my hands in his, running his fingers over the scars “I thought as much when we found you, my guess is silver” “Silver?” “It sears our skin, it can be used to prevent wolves from escaping and preventing them from shifting into their wolf form, do you remember anything else?” “Yellow eyes, hundreds of them” I frown trying to recall the nightmares as they began to fade.

,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 wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

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.

I can’t explain it, but it’s the same weight that always shows up before something bad happens. Celeste freezes at the door, frowning. “Wait.” She crouches down, brushing her fingers over the floor. A faint shimmer catches the light—dust, pale and metallic. “What is it?” Nate asks, leaning past me to get a better look. “You are acting very… sus.” Celeste straightens, rubbing it between her fingers, her expression darkening. “Silver refined dust. Oh… We have a serious problem” I swallow hard. “Don’t we already?”

He needed to make a declaration. He reached for a hidden jar behind a row of clay crucibles. Inside was his father’s "Celestial Silver"—an alloy enriched with cobalt and a touch of iridium. It was harder to work with, requiring a temperature that would turn a lesser forge into a molten mess, but the result was a metal that glowed with an ethereal, blue-white luster. As the metal began to liquefy, Julian sat at his bench. His hands, usually steady, were moving with a frantic, inspired speed. He wasn't just etching feathers tonight. He was designing a mechanism that would do more than play a song. It would be a key.

Vials of something silver. "You destroyed my research," Moss continued. "Set me back years. Cost me millions." He smiled. It looked wrong with the burns. "So I've decided to move to Phase 2 early. See, I don't need your blood anymore. Maya's blood gave me enough data to synthesize a substitute. It's not as effective as the real thing. But it works." He held up one of the vials. "I'm calling it Eternal Silver. And I'm selling it to the highest bidders. Council members who want to live forever. Alphas who want to maintain power indefinitely. Anyone with enough money and desperation."