Silver Gravekeeper Light Novels & Stories

Not a Grey-Walker or a Liquidator, but one of the Shop’s true enforcers, a creature twelve feet tall, draped in armor made of crushed ledgers, wielding a scythe tipped with a shard of the Void. "Elara Thorne," the Collector boomed, the sound vibrating in the floorboards. "The Owner has noted your interference. Your account is being forcibly closed." I didn't have a sword. I didn't have Kaelen's shadow-mantle. I had only the silver threads and the weight of the black pearl pulsing in my chest. "I've had enough of your notes," I snarled. I reached out, grabbing the silver threads that connected the floating buildings to the mountain. I didn't pull them; I wove them. I spun a web of silver ligh

“My prince…” I looked toward the smoking wound; the silver poisoning was spreading unnaturally fast. Lena’s expression darkened. “That weapon carries cursed silver.” Keith staggered, then collapsed. Gina moved instantly toward him. “Keith!” I don’t know how she did it, but silver light burst from her hands the moment she touched him. The entire corridor illuminated, the wound hissed and then slowly… healed. Complete silence followed; even the surviving guards stared in shock. Lena looked at Gina like she saw a ghost, deep beneath my ribs, Trey whispered with terrifying claim.

Ireland’s air was heavier, thick with something she couldn’t name—magic or memory or just the ghosts of too many buried things. A man waited beyond the crowd. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Too still for a human trying to look casual. Vampire, she knew before she saw the eyes. Old blood recognizes its own. “Silver,” he said, accent soft Dublin but threaded with centuries. “Nik.” He extended a hand. His rings caught the morning light—three, silver and obsidian, humming faintly with spellwork. The kind that warns off mortals and promises violence in the same breath.

It was something older, something that answered only to her. “I said open them,” he repeated, the sound rasping from him like a plea wearing the clothes of command. That was always how he spoke when he was terrified. It wasn’t the force in the words , it was the softness beneath it. Her eyes lifted. Silver. Not the faint shine she had carried since childhood. Not the glow the goddess had once awakened. This was different , deeper, brighter, like moonfire had claimed her vision. The color radiated outward, spilling into her skin, brushing her cheekbones with cold shimmering light. Ryder inhaled sharply, and his knees buckled for one dangerous second before he forced himself upright again.

Employing the soft robe supplied for her use, she hurriedly put it on. A tall woman in a figure-hugging backless purple gown was standing by the windows. As she turned, her waist-length torrent of curling copper hair flew around her narrow white shoulders and great green eyes with the luminosity of jewels fixed on Lara. Without any doubt, she was one of the most beautiful women Lara had ever seen. “Oh… there you are… I’m Meghan,’ she said in a superior tone, her gaze pinned to Lara with disturbing intensity. “Welcome to Ambergris Cay.”

Opening my eyes, I saw the hues of the shield surrounding me and spread out my hands to spread out the shield to cover the entire room. I smile in excitement as I see how surprised my mate was looking at the shield. He moves forward to the edge and places his hands on it. I’m sure it did not surprise him because this was the first time he saw a shield that was summoned, as Princess Alexa would have summoned hers in his presence before now, but because my shield differed from his sister’s own. I’m also quite surprised but excited by the appearance of my shield. Instead of the bright rays of light, Princess Alexa’s shield appeared as mine gave out a golden ray of light that glows and dims ever

Silver had a lot to say to defend himself. He was standing, practically demonstrating ten thousand reasons why he fucked up some random creatures grave! Typical humans! Always destroying things they could never explain! “Okay, it's stupid slandering me in your mind.” Silver pinched my head slightly. “The summary was that the grave was just too unique. I tried to find more about it then I saw the medallion, hidden amongst the other treasures.” “The first time I touched it, it almost took the life out of me, so I left it there and ran,” Silver sat down. “It was while running that I encountered Jade and got bitten.”

Only the echo of his voice lingered. Mason’s arm brushed mine. “We need to leave.” “No,” I whispered. “He knows something.” The darkness laughed , low, soft, like the sound of water over stone. “She’s right. I know exactly what she is.” “Then say it!” My words cracked through the silence. “Say what I am.” He stepped forward just enough for the firelight to catch his eyes , silver, bright and ancient. They glowed like something that had seen the beginning of the world.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Then, softly: “I’d stand by you while you choose.” That’s worse. And somehow, it’s better too. The healer’s room smells sharp—herbs, cold stone, something old. Aron barely moves under the thin blankets. His chest rises, just a little. His wolf—nothing. Gone, or so far down I can’t touch it. I sit at his side, hands shaking. Mira stands behind me, voice gentle but firm. “Don’t reach. Listen.” I close my eyes. The silver inside me stirs right away. It’s drawn to the emptiness in Aron, like gravity finds a void. It doesn’t rush in—it hangs back, wary.