Silver Gravekeeper Light Novels & Stories

Absolute Darkness – Elusive Killing Silver’s mother watched with furrowed brows as the dark light covered Mane’s entire frame. Her eyes shook in anxious fear as she recognised the element that was being called upon. Silver who was next to her was confused, not understanding his mother’s sudden change in countenance. But even he could understand one thing: whatever that light was, even his mother was afraid of it!

“It is. But we need rest. And if the prophecy’s correct, Silverlight might hold something we can use.” Aria sighed. “Then let’s move.” --- Silverlight Sanctuary The village of Silverlight sat in a shallow valley surrounded by shimmering trees—birches with silver-white bark and leaves that sparkled as though dusted with frost. The people here didn’t bow or offer deference when the group arrived; instead, they watched with quiet curiosity, their expressions wary but not hostile. “We don’t get many travelers this deep into Silverlight,” an older woman said as she stepped forward. Her eyes were pale violet, and her hair fell like moonlight down her back.

The walls were covered in ancient wolf runes that glowed with a faint silver light. In the center of the sanctuary was a massive stone altar, surrounded by rare herbs and crystals. Moonlight shone down through the crystal dome in the ceiling, bathing the entire space in a sacred, mystical glow. "Clara?" A familiar voice came from behind me. I turned to see a tall figure walking toward the altar. The moonlight fell on him, outlining a perfect silhouette. Golden hair, deep blue eyes, and that unique, gentle aura. "Asher?" I stared at him in disbelief. "Is it really you?"

He smiles at Blake and sighs. He pushes the case near Blake, and leans down against his chair. "No.... what you need, is this baby. An enchanted Silver Dagger that is dipped in the Ashes of the Ancient Silver Maple Tree. It can kill a Primordial vampire, but only temporarily. The Dagger must remain in the heart of the Primordial vampire to keep them incapacitated, otherwise they will revive. But if you ask me, it's best if you chop his damn head off." His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air.

She must be saved! Vic sighed. - Do you have any suggestions? He glanced at the doctor, who trembled slightly, wrapping his arms around himself. - Well, purely theoretically, silver should act on the dead, - the teenager gave out. – I read about it somewhere. - Purely theoretically - yes, - Vic agreed, remembering how this same silver, even during his lifetime, began to burn his skin quite noticeably. - Okay, we carefully go around the house and look for silver. Stick together. And I'll stay with Lirta.

A carved wolf's head with a flute crosswise in its jaws. Eric sniffed the air. "Wolfsbane oil on the door handles." Malcolm's hand went to his concealed dagger. "He's expecting trouble." Before I could knock, the door creaked open. A wizened man with milky eyes stood framed in the gloom, his gnarled fingers curled around a blade made of... Silver. Real silver, not the alloy we used for weapons. Pure enough to kill with a scratch. "Jonas," Seraphina breathed.

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

Liora POV The journey back to the SUVs are just as merciless and unforgiving, each step a jagged reminder of what we’ve survived…and what still waits ahead. My legs tremble from the fight, muscles screaming with every stride, but I keep moving. The Silver Dagger clutched tight in my hand. Its warmth pulses against my palm, steady and alive, like a second heartbeat synced to mine. The ruby glows faintly, a soft crimson light that cuts through the mist, and every time the light touches my skin, Aria stirs – stronger now, her growl no longer a distant whisper but a deep, resonant force clawing closer to the surface. The suppression serum still holds her back, but the dagger’s power is eroding i

I looked up at Elaina in confusion. “Silver?” I asked. Werewolves struggled with silver. We could manage light touch for short time but it was uncomfortable and would leave a painful burn if we had too much contact. It was said that it suppressed the wolf's side of you. Basically make you human. Not that I would know. I had never even thought to touch it. Elaina glanced at Jeremy before shaking her head. “No dear, it’s white gold,” she said, and I shrugged and then smiled. “Thank you Elaina, it’s beautiful,” I said.

Something that looked a lot like betrayal mixed with reluctant understanding. Because the name on the list, marked active, marked inside the pack, was one he recognized too. It was Garrett. Elena watched Xander’s face carefully. The torchlight caught the sharp line of his jaw, the faint tic at the corner of his mouth. Garrett was still sitting near Maya, one knee drawn up, watching the sleeping girl with quiet protectiveness. He hadn’t noticed their reaction yet. Xander’s voice came out low. “You’re sure?” Elena nodded once. “The cuff triggered it. Silver light. Only visible under Silver energy.”