Silver Gravekeeper Light Novels & Stories

One small hand stretched out toward her brother. Not quite reaching, then she reached a little further. Her fingers found his hand in the dark. And her eyes opened and had Silver. Clean, bright, and completely still, the same silver from the bunker. The same silver that had calmed twenty wolves in a closed space in one second or maybe less. Then they closed, and she fell asleep but couldn't wake up. I stood in the doorway, and suddenly my phone buzzed. As I looked at the screen, a message from Levi appeared.

“-werewolves. Plus there’s a couple of ceremonial-looking silver swords taken off werewolves they’ve fought. Those aren’t in the armoury, those are in the Gallery of Glory.” Tom snorts. “Guessing there’s no way we could get hold of any of them,” and Reese pulls a face and nods. Tony stirs in his chair. “I’ll need some convincing that it is the best course of action, but there are two silver swords in the Tombs. Not pure silver. Bronze core. Fancy figuring all over the surface.” “Really? Would they lend them?” Aiden asks. “Not the right question,” Tony replies. “First, you need to persuade me of the need to use them.”

I almost ignored him, I almost walked out, then he spoke again. “I already gave her the blood absorber.” My body went still, and I turned slowly. “What did you say?” “I've given her the blood absorber,” he repeated. My heart slammed against my ribs“Don’t tell me,” I whispered, dread creeping in, “that you made it with silver.” He shrugged. “What else would I use? Gold?” The room spun. “Moon,” I breathed. “You idiot.” I rushed toward him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Silver can be tested. It can be detected. They’ll know what it is.”

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

Morgan gasped. I nodded. That was the key. The brink of death, the waters of the Moon Pool... It was the only way to awaken the ancient bloodline that lay dormant inside me. "Detective Morgan, I need a favor," I said, my silver eyes locking onto his. "Announce that Sophia Sterling's body was cremated. Tell them it was contaminated by the silver, damaged beyond recovery." "Why?" "Because I need time," my voice held an authority he couldn't question. "Time to do what needs to be done."

I looked at the heavy granite bedrock that was still fused to the silver. "Gravity is a frequency," I explained rapidly, staring into the blinding, pale light of the moon-metal. "This silver resonates with the moon. The earth's granite is dead weight. We need to strip the granite away and carve the pure silver into a massive, perfect tuning fork. A resonance spire." "How?" Corren asked from the control deck. I turned to Elara. "I need your staff," I said. "And I need absolute, surgical precision." Elara stepped forward, raising her polished iron weapon.

he muttered, flicking a handful of powdered silver over the altar. Gunther cawed once, almost like he agreed. I grunted, throwing the robe over my shoulders and tying it hastily at the waist. I watched as Allen drew a silver dagger from a sheath at his hip. He whispered something to the dagger and pressed it gently to the corpse’s forehead. The candles flared, their smoke turning dark and coiling upward like fingers. The corpse twitched violently, and from its cracked skin, thin wisps of black light began to pour out.

Eric Johnson came home really late. Instead of his usual stop at the master bedroom to chat with Yvonne Johnson, he headed straight to my room. I was already in my pajamas, about to hit the hay, when he softly pulled me out from under my cozy blanket. He gave me a small box. "Wendy, I know you've been eyeing this diamond necklace for ages, so I picked it up for you today." I looked at the shiny necklace in my hands and felt a sad chuckle bubble up inside. It was not the one I liked. The one Yvonne had on that afternoon — that was the real stunner.

Not sad. Important. The old Storykeeper reached into his coat. Carefully. Deliberately. And removed a small object. A lantern. Tiny. No larger than my palm. Crafted from silver and gold. Beautifully worn. Beautifully preserved. The craftsmanship looked ancient. Older than the Hall. Older than the city. Perhaps older than memory itself. Alaric held it carefully. Reverently. Then offered it to me. I stared. Confused. "You should carry it."