Silver Fullbuster Novels & Stories

“Tell her the stakes, about you. She deserves to know.” Silver shook his head, looking so comfortable with another woman’s hands on his body. “She won’t get it. Amy is like a butterfly. She deserves to be free.” His voice was sad. That ache in my chest returned with full force, What the hell was happening to me? A strange light emitted from her hands into his body. Fire. He watched her with a subtle fondness. Looking at them side by side, she was perfect for him. Her blue eyes and his hazel eyes. Her black hair and his light blonde. Her fire and his water.

I heard him crashing through the trees behind us, faster and relentless. “No, no, no—” I pushed harder. Then the trees stopped suddenly as s cliff came into view. A stupid, gigantic cliff. I looked down and Death stared back at me. Knox faced the forest. “We’ve done it your way,” he said, “Now we do it my way.” Azren finally came to view smirking, lifting his gun. My eyes locked on the bullet loaded inside. Soul tainted Silver. That's not a normal silver bullet. The kind she read in books that acts like super-powered silver, causing more pain and damage than the regular kind. The kind that resist the healing ability of wolves.

Silver looked up from rubbing his ankle, saw Adam Pierce standing over him from his enormous height, dark eyebrow cocked. Adam owned The Rock Fighting Club with his best friend Nick Spenser, and Silver liked them both very much. Nick was a former karate champion, and Silver had been training intensively with him for five years, and those sessions were one of the best parts of his life. “Yeah.” Silver shrugged, reminding himself to stop by the drug store on the way home and pick up some painkillers. “Stupid move. Wasn’t thinking, really.”

"A fool who kidnaps people." Silver chuckled softly. "There is a missing piece between Damien and his throne and you are that missing piece."

Grayson’s reactions were more interesting. “How can the bullet not hurt you? You should be dead!” I shrugged carelessly and gave him the only answer. “Because I’m Vladimir’s childe. Silver has no effect on him, and by extension me.” His face morphed into something akin to shock. “What? Silver kills even the strongest of vamps. How the hell could silver not hurt Vladimir? Who the hell is he?” “You’re not the first to ask that question and I promise, you won’t be the last.”

black. Code Silver and Julie, both of them are filled with determination to capture the anonymous person, just a little different, Julie is motivated by a passionate love for her brother, and Code Silver is a hatred for killing her mother. After all, those are the two most powerful motivators that push them to push their limits.

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.

The last silver is collecting the final hatchling in his front paws. “NOW!” I say to my soldiers. They drag the second harpoon launcher over the edge of the mountain. The silver turns and screams angrily at us before lifting into the air with the hatchling in his paws. “Hurry!” I yell as he begins flying away. When my soldiers are ready, I give the order. “Kill him!” They aim the harpoon at the silver who is flying quickly to get out of our line of fire. “NOW!” I scream. The harpoon launches, aimed at the silver.

"I feel like you’re trying to intimidate a witness. Let’s look at the facts, Vane. The man who took the Silver Moonstone didn't use a drill. He didn't use explosives. He ripped the vault door off its hinges like it was made of wet cardboard." She pointed to the photo in her file—a grainy still of a massive, shadowy figure with eyes that reflected the camera's infrared light like a wolf’s. "That’s not human," she said firmly. "I’ve seen state-of-the-art tech, and I’ve seen bodybuilders on every steroid known to man. Nobody does that. Who is he?" Cillian turned his back to her, walking to the window. He looked out at the city, his hands clasped behind his back. "His name is Julian Blackwood. H