Silver Exe Novels & Stories

"Yes. It is both. And more." ​He explained that the silver was not ordinary. It was from a secret mine of the Crescent Pack, treated with an old Alpha-grade shielding technique. "When you are close to it, it scrambles all basic electronic signals. That's why I gave it to you, it protects you from minor listening devices when you are outside. And it protects me when you are near the bug." ​He placed the device on his desk, then leaned close to me. The scent of his leather and power was overwhelming.

"Silver?" Sliver could be harmful to werewolves. It could affect their wolves, making them unable to shift. It could also weaken their body and senses, their speed and strength. It just makes them lose all of their werewolves advantages, until they are just like humans. Sometimes, it makes them sick, but there had not been a case where it killed anyone. Ezra kept back the burger in the plate. "I need some silver. Powdered, preferably." She demanded. "What do you need powdered silver for?" Ezra asked her. "You want to put it in her food as well?"

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

Dy worriedly said. “I don’t understand,” I replied with a confused look . “This stuff might kill any supernatural creature if taken in lethal quantities above 0.001 mg but it is highly addicting like drugs if taken in minute quantities,” Dy cleared my doubt. “Silver is so rare to get. How are they producing so much of this stuff ?” I asked in astonishment. “That’s the reason that this business is so lucrative for the drug peddlers. Apart from the risks, the prices are exorbitant and buyers are actually willing to shell out as much money as they ask once they get a taste of it,” Dy sadly explained.

In other words, she wouldn't be able to get back at Adele any time soon. … Inside Detroit's room, Adele flopped onto the couch, breathing through her mouth. “You're something, little Silver. A West, through and through.” Silver’s lips curled into a subtle smile. But she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she grabbed one of the shopping bags and pulled out a delicate box wrapped in pale gold paper. “I bought this for you,” she said casually, like she was speaking to a friend. Adele blinked at her, startled. “For me?”

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

“Gradually, the iron minerals in blood cells will turn into silver minerals. Won’t kill instantly… more of a slow and painful death.” Seeing as their guests were seemingly fighting over the bowl of popcorn, Frank pulled his phone out to call for pizzas. “And that’s for whoever touches it, doesn’t need to wear it. The purpose of the Silverling Heart isn’t just to give silver immunity to the wearer, but also to create silver stuff,” said Erik.

"First, I am issuing direct orders for the immediate release and distribution of our hidden cache. I want the massive shipment of pure silver weaponry we have been quietly manufacturing in the northern foundries unpacked and armed tonight." A low murmur of vicious excitement rippled through the men. Normal werewolves feared silver, but Kaelen Blackwood was a terrifying anomaly. His pure-blooded, Supreme Alpha genetics made him nearly immortal on a standard battlefield. "Those specific weapons are explicitly designed with a high-density silver alloy," I explained, looking around the room, making eye contact with every killer present. "They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary h

There was something in it—tiny, microscopic flakes that caught the light like dust motes in a sunbeam. "What's in it, Rhys?" He stepped closer. His shadow covered me. "A touch of silver. Just enough to be a tonic for a True Luna. Our bodies thrive on it. It’s what separates us from the weak, from the humans." My stomach turned. I knew what silver did to our kind. In small amounts, for the pure-blooded, it was a test of strength. But for anyone else... it was poison. It burned. It tore through the veins like liquid fire.