Silver God Novels & Stories

If he did, he would have left ages ago. Mane understood Silver’s mother’s worries. Crystal Monkeys were hunted no matter where they went, and that wouldn’t change. Silver wanting to explore the world would definitely leave her very worried. Besides, Silver had an unusual identity. Silver was a Crystal Monkey King! Mane and Lily had a hard time believing it when they were told. The monkey that had pledged allegiance so easily to Mane was actually a King?!

He sighs, “Okay, we’ll start with the least pure, which I’m sure you’ll be absolutely fine with, and work our way up to the bar of pure silver we found on some human on our lands. We have no idea what he planned to do with it; it’s literally an ingot of the stuff.” He points to a solid bar of silver with the sterling mark on it, she hums, “But it’s definitely the ‘good’ stuff.” She nods, she wanted to start at the hard end, but understands his caution.

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 hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.” He nodded, following my lead. “Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.” Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not. If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it. “No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

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.”

Blake asked curiously; if he was to survive, he needed money. “The most basic are copper, silver, and gold. A hundred copper equals one silver. A thousand silver equals one gold. One hundred thousand gold equals one Spirit Stone. One million Spirit Stones equals one Spirit Crystal, and lastly, one billion Sprit Crystals equals one Divine Stone, but they are rare; only the royal family has a Divine Stone mine.” Then Sister Song remembered the pile of Divne Stones Blake had shown her earlier, “Present company excluded, of course.” She smiled.

This was a place of old gods and older hungers. I lay stretched across the sacrificial altar, a massive slab of white quartz that stood in stark contrast to the black walls. The chains holding my wrists and ankles weren't silver; they were gold—heavy, ancient, and etched with runes that pulsed with a dull, rhythmic light. Silver was used to suppress a wolf, to poison and weaken. Gold, however, was a conductor. It didn't block my power; it drew it out, bleeding the Hallowed spark from my marrow like a slow leak in a dam.

My eyes widened upon remembrance and the feeling of dread intensified in my belly. “Who?”, I gasped my question a mere whisper against the deafening silence at the table. Father avoided my gaze,his jaw clenching. “Kian DaSilver, Don Silver’s grandson.” My mouth dropped open. The name DaSilver had been making rounds ever since Kian DaSilver took over his father’s position as Capo after his gruesome murder. Rumors churned that he was irrevocably cruel,pitiless and built like a bull. My frequent eavesdropping at father’s office had made me hear father curse at him for drug routes he had lost to him.

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.