Silver Exe Novels & Stories

But then I reached a certain age where I had the liberty of choice and I willingly chose to stay behind. Needless to say, my sisters never liked that idea. They always retuned high on victory with proud glints in their eyes. Being the daughters of the Alpha of the Silvermane Pack, it was unheard of that they went into battle and lost. And they always found a way to rub it in my face. The thoughts remained as I trotted to the little river dividing the fields, staring down into it. My wolf stared back at me with a calm knowing, a silvery white furry phantom that I sometimes wondered how I was a part of. An inherent shield that turned into the most comfortable shell whenever I needed to get awa

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Elara let out a cold, deeply sarcastic laugh on the other end. "In the human world, silver is one of the most widely used, top-grade disinfectants and sterilizers." She pulled the truth open word by word. "But in the werewolf world, silver is a deadly poison. If Marcus purchased silver compounds under the name of 'disinfection,' then even if any elder or regulatory body looked into it afterward, he could say plainly that it was for hygiene, on a doctor's professional advice. A flawless excuse." My breath came quick, a fire burning in my chest.

But millions of pure coins made by central banks, necklace chains, medals, and serrated bullet blades, all of which, without exception, are made from 100% Pure Sterling Silver (Pure Silver). Hundreds of Black-Zero Division troops simultaneously cocked their giant rifles - ejection rifles that were not designed for sharp bullets but instead fired a scattering of silver pieces shotguns at supersonic speed. Viktor took a step back. Pure silver is a complete bane to the regeneration of immortal races, both wolves and ancient vampires. Mining that much quality pure silver from the center of the earth in one month is impossible in terms of common sense and logistical costs. "You... you spent half

Taking the keyboard from Trent, I navigate the image to the screen directly in front of me. This system filters out heavy metals and toxins...why...immunity to silver and wolfsbane... what does that mean? Is Elle and Silver Run immune, or is the man who took over her pack? 'Simon,' Slade says, forcing an image of his reaction to the silver to the forefront of my mind. Silver Run members having a high immunity makes sense if they live in a pack that needs this kind of water system on their pack.

"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something." "We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?" “Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.” “What’s that?” Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes.

she said. Aetos blinked a couple of times. He was confused as he doesn’t understand anything. It was like he was been played and messed up but he can't do anything. "Just what then hell have happened?" he muttered to himself and walked away. One thing about Silver is that, she has the gift of her voice. And only Lupus knows about that. She can make anyone do what she wants as long as they have even a tiny bit of interest, respect, affection and desire for her.

I let it be the size it was. It was considerable. It was right. He looked at me. His eyes had the gold in them. Not the brief crack of gold from the ceremony hall—the gold that had been losing ground to silver from the moment he stepped forward, the gold that had been retreating before he even spoke. This was the full version. Gold all the way through, warm and settled, his wolf no longer fighting for something it had been trying to reach for eight months. His wolf had arrived. "There it is," I said.

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.