Silver Giant Novels & Stories

Behind him, torchlight trembled across jagged rock and the uneasy faces of miners who had dug too deep and awakened something they did not understand . Zara stepped to his side, the scent of earth and faint ozone trailing her like a promise. “It’s not just silver,” she said quietly, eyes narrowing as the flicker of moonlight caught the faint glow seeping from the cavern floor. “It’s moon-silver. Raw. Untouched.”

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

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

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.

I read the paragraph: "Forged from the fires of the cave of wolves, the metal used was given to the wolves by the Moon Goddess herself. It may seem it is made from simple earthly metals but the secret is it is made of silver never before found on this planet. Wolves have searched for more only to discover that the medallions are the only things made from the type of silver. This type of silver is not painful or damaging to wolves instead it is the opposite. This silver helps grant powers to the Lunas deemed the true lunas by the Goddess."

I turned the word over in my mind. “A what?” I’d never heard of that word before. “A Silvery,” she repeated. “It’s a special silver weapon made by witches. They designed it to deal specifically with shifters. It’s full of dark magic and witchcraft.” “Witches?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Yes,” Dagny nodded. “It’s not a common weapon, but it’s highly effective. Witches use SIlverys themselves to defend against shifters, like werewolves. But they’ll sell Silverys, too, for the right price.”

On the way to the sacrificial altar, one needed to pass through a stretch of jungle. Alexander suddenly pulled a train ticket out of his pocket and handed it to me, seemingly intentional about avoiding Lilith, who was picking flowers up ahead. I took a glance at it. The destination was indeed the northern ice plains, a place rumored to have the most beautiful northern lights in the world. “See, I have no intention of leaving you behind,” he said. “I will go ahead to get things settled first, and I will be waiting for you there.”