Silver Gravekeeper Light Novels & Stories

"We can't risk raising the alarm." I stepped forward. "Let me try something." I reached for the Silver Flame, shaping it as I had in the tunnel beneath the watchtower. A wave of silver light drifted through the opening, soft and subtle, carrying with it a suggestion of sleep. I felt it touch the guards' minds, felt their consciousness begin to fade. One by one, they slumped to the floor. "Go," I whispered. "Now." We streamed through the opening, emerging into the great hall of the Blackwater keep. The room was vast and dark, filled with the shadows of old trophies and ancient banners. The guards lay unconscious at their posts.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

The silver light bloomed. It came from between their hands — not from the mark alone, not from her skin alone, but from the space where they all met: her, him, the children, the bond she had not consented to and the bloodline that did not require her consent. A pulse of silver-white that lit the room, that caught in Aldric's spectacles and threw prisms across the ceiling, that made the cold stone walls of Draven Keep look, for one impossible moment, like something sacred. Aldric stepped backward. The professional composure of four decades cracked down the middle. His hands went to his mouth.

Once I recovered, he knelt before the entire pack, proposed, and marked me as his. I accepted. In our thirty years together, we lacked the wild passion an Alpha and Luna should share. All that was left was endless courtesy and restraint. I tried so hard to win his heart, filling crystal after crystal with memories of every moment he made my heart flutter. On my deathbed, I found all 199 of those crystals tossed in a corner of the storage room. And locked in his safe were another she-wolf's crystals. As I lay dying, the last thing he said to me was,

The light radiating from the crystal was so intense it illuminated the dark vaulted ceiling of the hall. ​"Where did you get that?" Lysander demanded, stepping forward, his hand hovering over the glowing artifact but not daring to touch it. ​"I don't know," she said, her breath hitching as the pendant began to pull her forward, the chain tightening around her neck as if guided by an invisible magnetic force. "It’s always been dead iron. It has never done this before." ​"It’s not iron," Lysander murmured, his eyes tracking the light as it cast intricate geometric patterns across the obsidian floor tiles. "It’s moon-core silver. It only activates in the presence of the first foundations."

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound. The clash of steel against fangs and claws echoed through the graveyard. Zilver and Eskaal moved with uncanny precision and strength, their silver swords glinting in the moonlight. The vampiric army was so confident, now reeled from the painful burns inflicted by the enchanted silver.