Silver Fullbuster Novels & Stories

“Fucking hell—fine. Silver. Anything silver or wolfsbane. I swear to heav—” I ended the call, shoving the phone in my pocket. My breath came in sharp bursts. My pulse was everywhere—my throat, my wrists, pounding against my skull. Silver. Of course. I remembered the way it burned into his skin. The way his voice went tight with pain when he told me about it. The way he hid it—like it wasn’t a big deal, like I hadn’t fucking hurt him, but I had seen it. Felt it. Now I didn’t know if he was bleeding somewhere, if they’d used silver, if he was—

Showing them the truth would be the best explanation. She pulled off the earrings she had on her left ear. "This is gold. I know werewolves and many other supernatural creatures cannot even have silver close to them, but sages are different. We can hold gold and use it, and that is why you see me holding onto my favourite jewellery gifted to me by Alpha Aaron. However, when weaponized, it is as deadly as silver on a werewolf.”

Felicia entered behind him, and so did Maya and Tatiana. Maya is still dressed in her earlier attire, so Silver concluded she just arrived. “Nice of you to join us." Silver chirped, jumping off the bed while the people stared at her. "What is this? Are you crazy? Were you trying to kill her?” Burke ranted, rushing towards his wife. Silver rolled her eyes, sweat gathered on her forehead as she boiled with rage. "Would you quit the act? You sent your wife to kill me, and I caught her. Stop pretending already!” Silver exploded, grabbing Burke by the shoulder and turning him around so their eyes met.

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

Stephan rubbed his hand on his hair before his gaze fell on Damian “ I dunno man, I really don’t know” ……………………………………………….. Silver and gold were in their spell room doing some incantations “ they are on the move” Gold stared at silver, as silver continued to talk in his trance “ they don’t want Sophia to meet her mate” “ why” “ they are not saying silver said” “ who is her mate?” gold inquired “ they are not saying, only that the mate is close” Silver starts convulsing and gold held him immediately saying some incantation

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

Both of them quickly kneeled down. “We’re really sorry to interrupt your rest, Lord Zhu, but we have an urgent matter to report.” One of the twins said solemnly. “Speak.” Zhu Wushang isaid bluntly. He slowly gets up from his bed. He suspects that these twins are the trusted aides of the Black Merchants. “My name Is Gold, and this is my sister, Silver.” “Silver... sir…” The one with silver eyes nodded after her sister's introduction. She’s the strong silent type, but the respect and awe in her eyes when she looks at Zhu Wushang are as strong as her sister.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?