Silver Hand Novels & Stories

Stephan rubbed his hand on his hair before his gaze fell on Damian “ I dunno man, I really don’t know” ……………………………………………….. Silver and gold were in their spell room doing some incantations “ they are on the move” Gold stared at silver, as silver continued to talk in his trance “ they don’t want Sophia to meet her mate” “ why” “ they are not saying silver said” “ who is her mate?” gold inquired “ they are not saying, only that the mate is close” Silver starts convulsing and gold held him immediately saying some incantation

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.

Her eyes widened in concern before she reached for the necklace around her neck, pulling it out to reveal the ring I'd given her. "Henry told me it was my father's..." Clearing her throat when realizing she was too polite, she hid it beneath her shirt and looked back at me. "So silver can kill you?" "Anything can if there's enough of it. It's just harder for us. Silver is like what mercury is to humans. Makes us weak and then we can't heal. It's ideal for those who want to kill us." I leaned forward. "Which should tell you something about how I trust you...How can I make you stop looking at me like you don't." I offered a fork and a plate of her dinner as she cocked her jaw.

Silver raised the knife slowly. Aurora was still chained to the bed, wrists cuffed, her head lolling to the side, lashes fluttering as the struggle to pull her hands off the cuffs. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. She had no strength to fight, not yet. Silver’s hands trembled, but her eyes were steady. Cold and Burning with something far older than anger. “You see this knife. I kept it for you all this time. I bought it at an auction in London. Specifically for slitting your throat.”

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

Its form flickered young girl, elder matriarch, weaver of binding, shadow of a forgotten god. “You must let them hear again.” And then Siran woke. The spiral was still glowing beside her. But now, it hummed with new rhythm. And faintly, in the thread... she could hear others responding. Thanks for your patience. Here’s Chapter 23 of Silver Pact (approx. 2,500 words), continuing directly from the awakening of Liraeth’s legacy and the unfolding shift in the magical world:

“Relax. You’ll figure it out. Instinct, boy. That’s all it takes. Just grab her and—” “Don’t.” The word slipped out before Xavier could catch it. Quiet. Measured. But final. Dorian blinked. Then, surprisingly, smiled. “Ah. So you do have a bite in there somewhere.” He turned and walked off, whistling. “Just make sure it’s her throat you sink it into, not mine.” Xavier stood alone again. The wind had picked up. The trees below swayed like they were bowing to something larger than themselves. He hated this.

Even if she has fallen from her throne, she should still be able to rise again right? The fleet of shops beside the swimsuit shop sold sea equipment too, snorkeling equipment, kayaks, lifejackets, oxygen masks, etc., and all their windows were specially used for the display of goods. So Carla’s effort to see her figure through the glass plane was one in futility.

The Moon Goddess nodded in recognition, “I have had the misfortune to watch his actions but have no authority to intervene. Running may very well lead to your deaths, but we can hide her abilities for a short while.” The Moon Goddess flickered her hand and three small pieces of silver fell to her hand. She looked at the shards regretfully and let my family look at them as she explained. “This is Blessed Silver, the same my lover used all those years ago to hunt my children. But with these three pieces, we can cut off her connection to her wolf.”