Silver Game Sonic Novels & Stories

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.”

She lunges forward, her hand darting toward my throat with a hidden, high-frequency sonic blade, but Clyde is faster. He doesn't let her reach me. His massive hand snaps out, catching her wrist in mid-air with a sound like a cracking branch. The shadow-aura around him flares, a localized, suffocating vacuum that instantly neutralizes the sonic blade, turning the metal to brittle, grey dust. "She’s poisoned," Clyde growls, his golden eyes narrowing as he detects the familiar, metallic tang of the Silver-Sieve in the woman’s blood.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

There is no way a skin will remain intact with the friction it creates from the slightest movement. I developed some immunity to the silver in the past two years, all thanks to the rope with silver needles Nico and his men used to restrict me. I don’t know how but the effect of silver on my skin, though it stings, does not cause a lasting effect, even my wolf can ignore his discomfort for the contact. Not unless a liquid silver is pumped directly into my system, then Six should be fine.

"Coated in ionized silver dust. Explosive yield: small. Armor penetration: zero. Anti-magic properties: absolute." "Burn them," Jack said. Catherine squeezed the trigger. The swarm didn't attack the gargoyles' thick skin. It flew into them. The drones targeted the eyes, the mouths, the open gills along their necks. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The sky lit up with hundreds of tiny, brilliant silver flashes. It wasn't a fiery explosion; it was a mist. A glittering, deadly fog of silver. For a werewolf or a magical creature, silver wasn't just poisonous; it was anathema. It disrupted the magical binding that held their unnatural physiology together.

All I had were my senses and my eyes. Oh little silver moon, where the hell are you? I peered around with trained eyes, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. A sound comes from the shrubs by my left and I turn my head in that direction so fast I almost get a whiplash. The sounds of heavy footsteps follow and I immediately break into a sprint.

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

Her eyes widened in concern before she reached for the necklace around her neck, pulling it out to reveal the ring I'd given her. "Henry told me it was my father's..." Clearing her throat when realizing she was too polite, she hid it beneath her shirt and looked back at me. "So silver can kill you?" "Anything can if there's enough of it. It's just harder for us. Silver is like what mercury is to humans. Makes us weak and then we can't heal. It's ideal for those who want to kill us." I leaned forward. "Which should tell you something about how I trust you...How can I make you stop looking at me like you don't." I offered a fork and a plate of her dinner as she cocked her jaw.