Silver Fullbuster Novels & Stories

“She is not my girlfriend. She is actually the wife of my rival, and we happen to have, well……identical goals.” “If you say so.” Silver grinned, his sharp fangs displaying themselves shamelessly. “So, the name Silver, where did you get it?” I asked, deliberately trying to steer his mind out of the conversation. It was not a particularly intimidating name for a thousand-year-old werewolf. “Ohhh, it's from a silver bullet, the bane of werewolves.” Silver! Silver was one element that werewolves loved and cherished. However, it was effortlessly the death of many werewolves. A single shot of a silver bullet could bring down a weak adult werewolf, and so it was highly regarded as a forbidden objec

“That’s rough.” “Hey, it’s not all bad,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “Top secret missions, the powers of darkness at our fingertips… I could get used to it.” Extending a hand, he says, “I’m Tobias Silver.” “Nyx Arcturus,” I reply, shaking his hand. His grip is strong but gentle, and I take the opportunity to look at him closer; he looks like he’s about twenty. His hair is gold, a little past his jaw, and his eyes are a steely gray, and he’s as muscular and good looking as all wolves are.

Baz says quietly as she stands Smiling silver replies "then what you'll date me?" "I could," Baz says making her laugh "Try conversion therapy first" she blows him a kiss then walks towards her boyfriend, Silver is Baz's only friend he'd do anything for her but too bad she's "popular" and he's not. Being the only one who knows Silver's secret used to bother Baz, she'd parade around school pretending to be something she's not while she lives in an apartment she cannot afford. He likes that

"He described you like the back of his hands." The silence in the penthouse was deafening and intense. "Are you working with Dwayne Cage, silver?" I asked him in a serious tone. I leaned forward on my seat and waited for the lie. With shaking hands, Silver gently put his cup down on the table beside him. He knew that the jig was up. He leaned back into his chair and sighed. It was a sigh of sorrow. He chuckled in a bitter manner and shook his head.

The crazy thing was that, if the person were from spring pack, I would have been able to mind link them and found their identity a few hours ago. But that was impossible now because I had cut ties with the pack. I couldn’t just access their mind links because I had a new pack now. But still, who were they? And how did they get a silver bomb? Silver bombs were so rare and so dangerous because it contained raw, crystallized wolfsbane that would pierce straight into the skin and eat you from the inside out. It would take a miracle and weeks or even months for the most powerful werewolves to recover. Not even Kane was strong enough to simply bounce back from this.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" "You don't." She shrugged. "Do I have your compliance?" She made it as if she wanted to remove them and I held my breath. "Fine." With my consent, I was shocked when she just grabbed the chains in her bare hands and tore them from my body in one fell swoop. I'm unable to close my mouth as I lay there stunned, trying to comprehend what just happened. Who is she? What is she?! Silver is a harmful metal to werewolves and one we steered clear of, and for her to just grab it and break it without flinching made chills run down my spine.

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

he said sneeringly, “But one thing is sure—you disgust me, Silver.” I turned to Amelia, a cold smirk tugged at her lips was unreadable as though her schemes under her sleeves were going well—to get Volvo for herself. Volvo Blackwood—An Alpha-blooded. Towering. Battle-scarred being. “Just leave.” ********** He stood close to the riverbank in nothing but black training trousers, his back shinning with sweat streaming down his skin. His shoulders were broad, tense. His silver eyes caught the moonlight, making him look like something carved from stone.

The air vibrated with power so ancient it felt older than the world itself. And then, he saw them. Figures cloaked in silver light, their faces indistinct, their eyes burning with knowledge and sorrow. Voices overlapped, weaving into a chant that was both prayer and curse. He couldn’t make out the words at first, only fragments, whispers slipping into his bones. “Blood of fire… born of betrayal…” “The Sundering… a wound unhealed…” Kaelen staggered forward, desperate to understand. “What do you mean? Who am I?!”

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.