Silver Gravekeeper Light Novels & Stories

Only the mechanical cooling hum of the dead servers and the frantic, chaotic roaring of his own thoughts. He opened his laptop again, his eyes scanning the fragmented ledger entries he had saved to his local drive. Most of the data consisted of massive, untraceable corporate tributes designed to hide in plain sight. But then, a specific line item caught his golden gaze. Twenty-two thousand eight-hundred ounces of raw silver. Clean. Unmarked. Almost suspiciously ordinary. The transfer date was logged to the summer solstice of 2022, originating from an entity labeled Darkwater Freight Dominion. A massive, heavily fortified logistics delta in the northern territory.

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.

“Selene ruled by removing it. We restore it—and make her methods look archaic.” Draven snorted softly. “She won’t tolerate being made irrelevant.” “No,” Liora agreed. “She’ll escalate.” The bond pulsed again. Stronger this time. Silver stirred in his cradle nearby, eyes fluttering open. For just a moment—just a breath—his gaze shimmered silver-white before fading back to soft grey. All three of them froze. Liora moved first, lifting him gently, cradling his head against her shoulder. “It’s all right,” she whispered, though her heart raced. “I’ve got you.”

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.”