Silver Game Sonic Novels & Stories

She screamed and tried to pull back. I rolled my eyes and crouched down again. “You can’t be this stupid Aurora. I need more skin. Silver does nothing until it is touching the skin. Now some items I have here aren’t silver, so that I can hurt you, wait for you to heal and then do it again and again until I get bored, I guess, but I want access to your full potential here.” “Full potential. Are you fucking insane?” She screamed, and I heard both Beck and Ronnie’s intake of breath.

And if Gideon had created it, then the silver was the key. “Focus on the silver!” I called out, my voice cutting through the chaos. Zane didn’t hesitate, darting forward to test my theory. He grabbed a knife from his belt, the blade glinting faintly in the moonlight, and drove it into one of the pulsing veins on the creature’s arm. The effect was immediate. The creature let out a bone-chilling scream, its body convulsing as the silver seemed to ripple beneath its skin. It staggered, the glow in its eyes dimming for a moment before flaring back to life.

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.

She grabs the phone and puts it on speaker, placing it on the dashboard so she could focus on driving. The deep baritone of the voice that comes through next, does nothing to hide the sneer of it’s owner. “Hello Silver.”

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."

The Obsidian enforcers were similarly incapacitated, their wolf forms struggling to maintain coherence under the sonic assault. Laila felt the agony, but she also felt the silver armor pulse in response. The metal acted as a dampener, absorbing the frequencies and converting them into a low hum. She stood up, her jaw set, and walked toward the control panel at the end of the hall. She didn't press buttons. She placed her hand on the panel and sent a massive surge of lunar energy through the system. The emitters exploded in a shower of sparks, the agonizing sound cut short.

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

I looked at the heavy granite bedrock that was still fused to the silver. "Gravity is a frequency," I explained rapidly, staring into the blinding, pale light of the moon-metal. "This silver resonates with the moon. The earth's granite is dead weight. We need to strip the granite away and carve the pure silver into a massive, perfect tuning fork. A resonance spire." "How?" Corren asked from the control deck. I turned to Elara. "I need your staff," I said. "And I need absolute, surgical precision." Elara stepped forward, raising her polished iron weapon.

The heavy silver dampener wrapped around her neck began to emit a low, humming vibration that buzzed against my heightened hearing. I reached my fingers out to unhook the metal clasp, but the thick silver chain suddenly glowed with a blistering, cherry-red heat. "Do not touch it!" Heidi shrieked, swatting my hand away just as a sharp sizzle echoed from the hot metal. The silver could not contain the massive surge of frustrated, raw energy pouring out of her body. A loud, deafening crack shattered the quiet air, sounding exactly like a gunshot ringing through the narrow street. The heavy silver dampener snapped clean in half, and the two glowing pieces fell away from her neck to hit the cobbl

The way his eyes bulged was enough of an answer for me. “Who sent you?” I commanded “I'm not telling you anything, you crazy bitch!” he cried out “Have it your way,” I sighed, unscrewing the vial, taking the dropper attached to the lid, and squeezing. Tiny droplets of liquid silver hit different spots on his neck and chest, burning holes immediately through his skin. Liquid silver reacted in the same way that acid would work on humans. Luckily for us, this suite was soundproof as his screams would've woken the dead.