Novel & Cerita Silver Fang

It then dawned on everyone that Miren can only be used if you have poison inside your body, and if you don't, it will create its poison and kill the person. Christopher Fangs recreated these poisons and used them to massacre his brother’s family and as well as their father. But before he could kill the Young Lester Fangs who witnessed everything, someone was able to save him, and after that, Christopher Fangs had fallen, no remains were found, he was either hiding or dead. “Y-you! Stop! I'm not that bastard’s son!” Naster almost went mad after Nicholas flashed a mocking smile at him before continuing. “Did this man promise you power? Well, you all are fools, under my rule and my power, no on

“She will make the perfect luna, but I fear I will have to beat my men off of her.” “Beat them off?” My uncle chuckles. “You don’t have to try to cover in front of me. I know that Silver Fang is well known for their sharing.” Sharing… That single word sends a wave of fear through me, as I don’t need to consider what it means. “Release me!” I hiss, attempting to draw on my abilities, only to find they weren’t coming. “Surprised?” My uncle asks with a laugh. “Those cuffs are silver. As long as they’re on you, you won’t be able to tap into your abilities.”

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

The silver was on his face and genitals so he was going through a considerable amount of pain. I kept ripping till I dug my claws into his throat. His bloodshot eyes looked into mine. At that point, I shifted, wanting him to see my face. “I am Your Silver. Real name Rihanna Silver. And I am your killer.” I pulled my claws out of his throat, making a hole there. His neck fell down, staring at my naked body, but if that will be the last pleasant thing he saw, I’d let him. I shifted back as it was hard moving with that body. “Lana, he’s dead, we have to get home.”

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

"Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?" Dr. Riley sighed. “True, wolfsbane doesn't kill, but silver does—at least when left for a longer period in the bloodstream." I took the other tube from his hand and surveyed it. "But there isn't any silver here. How would they have gotten silver?" I questioned. “There is, in that one, if you look closely," he gestured for the tube in Harry's grip, the one that contained the wolfsbane we had seen earlier. Harry raised the tubes against the sun while he squinted. "I do see something in it, but barely."

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

Piece by piece, the kingdom bent closer to the hands of the prince who bore both power and shame. At last, only two packs remained. Caius spread the map across a wooden table, tapping his finger against a name inked in bold. “Silverfang. Even the name sounds legendary.” His grin widened. “Let’s save the best for last.” Sebastian studied the name, his chest tightening. The ink seemed to burn into his eyes. A strange pull tugged at his chest, and the crest on his skin thrummed faintly in response. Silverfang. He didn’t know why, but deep inside, his wolf whispered: That’s where everything changes.

Rumor had it a group of Silverfang remnants—the real fanatics were regrouping nearby. "There," Raven whispered, nodding toward the bar. A man with a jagged scar across his throat was nursing a whiskey. I recognized him. Varg. He was a hitman for hire, a wolf with no loyalty to anything but coins. And right now, he was talking to two men in grey tactical jackets. Silverfangs. "They're planning a pincer move," Raven muttered, her hybrid hearing picking up the whispers I couldn't. "They're not waiting for the Blood Moon. They want to hit the supply lines tonight."