Silver Gravekeeper Light Novels & Stories

With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain. Silver. Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

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.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

"First, I am issuing direct orders for the immediate release and distribution of our hidden cache. I want the massive shipment of pure silver weaponry we have been quietly manufacturing in the northern foundries unpacked and armed tonight." A low murmur of vicious excitement rippled through the men. Normal werewolves feared silver, but Kaelen Blackwood was a terrifying anomaly. His pure-blooded, Supreme Alpha genetics made him nearly immortal on a standard battlefield. "Those specific weapons are explicitly designed with a high-density silver alloy," I explained, looking around the room, making eye contact with every killer present. "They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary h

"Yes. It is both. And more." ​He explained that the silver was not ordinary. It was from a secret mine of the Crescent Pack, treated with an old Alpha-grade shielding technique. "When you are close to it, it scrambles all basic electronic signals. That's why I gave it to you, it protects you from minor listening devices when you are outside. And it protects me when you are near the bug." ​He placed the device on his desk, then leaned close to me. The scent of his leather and power was overwhelming.

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

He intercepted them with savage fury, ripping through heavy armor like paper, his golden eyes burning like twin suns in the pitch blackness. “Bring down the nets!” Councilman Vance’s voice shrieked from the safety of the high dais. “Activate the Silver Grid! Do not let the abomination escape!” A sharp, metallic mechanical hiss echoed through the vaulted ceiling. Suddenly, massive, weighted iron nets woven with heavy silver wire dropped from the rafters.

The overhead lights buzzed and popped loudly, and ther was an unpleasant musty, earthy stench in the air. The whole place reminded me of death for some reason. It wasn't a basement or a dungeon. It was a grave. Glover showed me to a heavy metal door bolted into a solid concrete wall on the far side of the basement. It reminded me of a prison door. “It’s solid silver,” he said. I looked at the servant. “Why?” “We are highly allergic to silver. It can kill us. It’s the only thing that can contain Mister Bailey's wolf.”

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.”

He just opened his mouth, and the silver sludge from the mercury-react dribbled onto the floor. Vance fell back against the terminal. "What have you done to him?" "I saved him," I said. "Something you would never understand." "You think this is over?" Vance laughed, a high, desperate sound. She pressed a button on the terminal. "The Silver-Eater isn't just a vacuum, Joshua. It’s a homing beacon. And it’s tuned to the specific frequency of your child’s heart." The ground shook. A low, bone-deep hum started. It was coming from the sky.