Silver Giant Novels & Stories

But if that was the case, why wasn’t Silver also green? Silver scratched his head in embarrassment and looked down. He kept moving his feet in anxious embarrassment whilst sneaking glances at the Emerald Crystal Monkey. The large beast that towered above even Silver gestured a few times to Mane whiles pointing at Silver. It seemed that it understood what Mane was asking and was providing an answer.

Silver light rolled out of the collapsed void like a tide and turned into a torrent. The light was so bright that people could hardly open their eyes. Deep in the hollow, at the end of the light, a silver mountain peak slowly rose. This mountain peak was silver and sacred. It was 30,000 meters tall, as if it had been pulled up from the ground by a god. The light scattered around, and the sky and earth seemed to be covered with a layer of silver, looking cold and mysterious. After a moment of silence, another exclamation came from the crowd.

he mumbled, gently touching the stone. Taegen didn't say anything and kept looking at it. “It was a gift,” he finally said after a long moment. “From Kythaela.” Jimmy gulped and stared at him sadly. He didn't intend to remind him of her, or no, he doesn't even want him to remember her especially when he was with him. He likes it when the king smiles so, he wouldn't like to ruin it. “A woman offered it to her as a symbol of their friendship.” Taegen continued. “She told me she had a strange hair that looked exactly like the Ruby, red and shiny. She always talked about her.”

It happens only at the particular full moonlight in which the moon appears silvery first and changed to bluish silvery colour later once in a decade called Blue moon night. Akshara was always wanted to witness the epic occurrence of such weird things but she was never allowed by Mrs Blackfire. Akshara was allowed to accompany only her friend Azile Wintergreen, a girl of the same age as Akshara. The parents of Azile were Nuraz Wintergreen and Deniza Wintergreen; they were in charge of Nicoria’s household activities including cooking and cleaning. They treated Akshara as their daughter as same as Azile.

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

The air shimmered with latent magic, words hanging like dew. Ari raised her staff, channeling a stabilizing ring of energy. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady though her heart pounded. “The world is rewriting itself because the pact we made the Silver Pact was never meant to last forever. It was a bridge between silence and renewal. Iluren has crossed that bridge, and now so must we.” A young adept stood. “And what are we crossing into?” Siran answered for her. “A conversation that has no end.”

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.”

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s