Silver Fullbuster Novels & Stories

“You’ve ever received a bomb job? Because if you touch me again, I’d—” “Enough!” Kendrick turned to Silver. “I want my nephew’s body, here and now.” Silver patted Mortis, the canine headbutting his palm. He used to do that to me, back then. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. The earlier you transfer my thirty-billion dollars for the damages, and leave my property, the better,” Silver growled. “In your dreams,” I growled back. “Give me Kai’s body along with Queen Bee, or I’d burn this place to the ground.”

Fenris said Andre was still skeptical. Fenris ignored him and continued to speak. He had to get Andre to understand the danger that they were in. "Through trial and error, they found one of our weaknesses. They found that silver was toxic for us." Fenris said. Andre raised a brow. "I don't understand. Silver is outlawed everywhere. It was cleared from everywhere centuries ago." Andre said. "Even if they discovered that silver was dangerous to us, they would not have any way to get enough to make a difference." Andre debated. Fenris shook his head again. "Silver is not to be found here, but it is found in abundance in the human world." Fenris said. "They are immune to it, so they can form it

This was the dark space John had taught her to navigate—the parts of the web where identity was a choice, not a fact. The keys clacked softly. Access Granted. She was in. The Silas Enterprises main server was a labyrinth of firewalls, but she wasn’t looking for the vault. Not yet. She needed a match to start the fire. She bypassed the financial records and dove into the logistics manifests. There it was. Shipment 909: Silver-tipped ordinance. Destination: The Northern Border. A cruel irony. Abram was selling silver—the very thing that could paralyze his own kind—to keep the peace.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

“Just a little something to remind you that you need to come fast enough for your wife if she means that much to you.” “You're a real psychopath.” Kian spat with hatred and malice in his eyes. One that seemed like they indeed knew each other just took well. “I wonder what we Silvers saw in you. We must have been blind. I must have been blind.” Wait, even the Silvers know this guy? Was he a member of something? A traitor? So many questions, yet all of them bottled up at the back of my throat. “M…my b..bro...ther…”

But to every soul that had ever heard the bloom’s hum in their chest. “To those who walk in shadow: we do not fear you. To those who build in silence: we do not silence you. To those who remain unrooted: the bloom offers soil, not chains.” “Come not to kneel. Come to resonate.” It was the first global call of the Silver Pact. And it did not command. It invited. Three days after the call, a new bloom appeared. Not in the forest. Not near any bonded soul. But in the Hollow Plains, where no magic had touched in centuries.

Sebastian’s forehead wrinkled as he rubbed his chin, thinking…. “Can we make it distinctly ours as mates?” Nate chimed in. “How about Ag?” Bastien suggested. I furrowed my brows, “Wait, What? Why Ag?” “Because you are our silver? Just like Superman has kryptonite?” He was so convinced he had come up with a bright idea and was about to shout Eureka, Eureka! “Eww!”

I screamed as the liquid moved toward my heart. But as the silver took me, I saw something that made my blood turn to ice. The Gold Bryan didn't kill the real Bryan. Instead, he started to melt. He turned into a puddle of silver that flowed toward the real Bryan, soaking into his skin. Bryan opened his eyes. They weren't brown anymore. They were solid, glowing gold. "Thank you for the upgrade, Hazel," Bryan said. He stood up, his voice echoing with the power of the city. "Now, let's start the final chapter."

His laugh was not the laugh of violent arrogance, but the cruel laugh of a reality hacker. "I never waste lead on eternal junk," said The Heiress as she flipped her right hand in the air. Arthur, who was always alert by his side, pressed the release button on the titanium suitcases he had brought. The six giant suitcases opened. Viktor's eyes blinked. Inside the suitcase were not conventional bullets. 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).

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”