Silver Fullbuster Novels & Stories

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.”

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

He’d positioned himself strategically between two packs that I recognized from the map as potential allies. The doors closed, and an ancient wolf with grey hair and weathered features stood at the head of the table. “Welcome, Alphas of the North. I am Elder Tobias, neutral arbiter of this summit.” His eyes swept the room. “We have much to discuss. Including the presence of our… unexpected guest.” All eyes turned to me again. “Aria Silvermoon,” Tobias continued. “Last heir of the royal bloodline. Celestial Wolf. You’ve caused quite a stir in our territories.”

Only pretending to win. And Elara—so quiet, so perfectly trained—would suffer either way. His jaw tightened. He stared at the crack in the floor just beneath his boot. The stone there was split slightly, as if something long ago had pressed too hard. Fault lines. That’s what she was. A walking, breathing fault line in his carefully controlled world. One tremor away from shattering everything. He could already feel it. That strange pressure in his chest. It wasn’t affection. It wasn’t desire. It was something colder. Something sharper.

She had to stand there and watch her mother lie motionless just out of reach, her own grief a heavy stone in her throat that she wasn't allowed to swallow. It’s now come down to her and Ashley. The two sisters were the final pillars of the Silver Fang. Silvia was the shield, anchored to the earth by her love for her family and her sheer refusal to let anyone else die. Ashley was the sword, lost in a trance of vengeance and power, closing the distance between herself and the man who had caused so much pain. Silvia looked at her sister, seeing the fire dancing around Ashley's hands, and she knew they were running out of time.

"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.

"Or perhaps just heavy. I am looking for the artisan who understands the soul of the silver. The one who knows how to make a swan breathe." "My son, Bastian, is our head designer," Aris lied, gesturing to his eldest. Althea turned her gaze to Bastian. "Tell me, Master Bastian, what is the melting point of the silver-palladium alloy used in the Cigna lineage?" Bastian blinked, his mouth hanging open slightly. "The... the melting point? Well, it’s... quite hot, Majesty. Very hot. We use a very big fire." Althea’s expression didn't change, but her eyes darkened. "I see."

Silver The tension in the room was suffocating. I didn’t even know when Henry stepped between me and his father, his body serving as a wall. I could see the muscles in his neck straining, could see the way his hands were clenched into fists. He was holding himself back. Barely. "Father," Henry said, his voice sharp and cold. "This is Silver. She's the girl who was in the crash with me." Mr. Williams barely acknowledged me. His eyes flickered in my direction for the briefest moment, cold and dismissive, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. A mosquito buzzing around his head. Then he turned back to Henry.

Silver said, although he tried to hide it, in a problematic tone. Cain wanted to burst out laughing but he held it back immediately. Although Silver looked funny while being pitiful because of a woman, he was still the same person who annihilated the nobles who owned him before just because he didn't like them and they annoyed him. "Silver, I know a person who can fulfill that request of the Silver Moon. She has no presence and after a year of training with the nurturing group, she didn't even manage to make friends at all. Should I call her?"

Silver. It's the one thing that the scientists that created us couldn't breed out. If anything, silver is a lot worse for us. The pain, if too much, can drive us crazy. Going into a killing frenzy isn't just dangerous for those around us. It weakens us. It's easier to kill a Warhead when it's out of its mind.