Silver Hand Novels & Stories

“How can I ever thank…Sylvanius, what is this?” The water dragon had shifted its gaze right to Seraphina and was glaring down at her. “I do believe that I said I swore an oath,” Silver said, lifting Amy into his arms. “You will not hurt the woman I swore an oath to.” Seraphina’s face twisted in rage and in a plot second, vanished, replaced with an eerie smile. “You seem to think I cannot kill you.” Silver glanced at Seraphina and then snorted. She flew into a rage and shot a ball of fire towards him. It landed on his body and vanished up in smoke.

the Goddess’s weapon, just as he had been unwoven in the Void. Aethelred looked at his hands, which were beginning to turn into dust. "Impossible. The silver is absolute." "The silver is a cage," Silas said, reaching out to grab Aethelred’s throat. "And I have already learned how to break the bars." With a final, earth-shaking roar, Silas unleashed the full power of the Shadow-Gold. A pillar of violet and gold energy erupted from his chest, consuming Aethelred and the silver spear in a blinding, celestial eclipse.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

The sound is pathetic, more animal than human, and the nearest wolves in the front row smirk. The silver is designed to weaken, to strip the wolf out of a body and leave only meat behind. I feel it like a rot, crawling up my arms, sapping everything good and hot and alive from my veins. My fingers tingle, then go numb. I flex them anyway, refusing to give the crowd the spectacle of collapse.

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

Silver turned her purple eyes towards us and they glistened as they met Mac’s. “It’s done…” I said softly. “It’s done…” Mac took a step towards her. The world stopped. Time stopped. Everything stopped. I didn’t care what was happening between Tessa and Graham behind us. I didn’t care what was happening around me. All I could see was her—my mate. But suddenly something happened. I felt something snap inside of me. And before either Mac or I could comprehend, Silver collapsed on the floor with a thud, shifting back into her human form in a snap.

This game between us is far from over, and I won't be easily swayed by his attempts to win me over. I return to the comfort of my room, the soft glow of the chandelier casting a warm ambiance. The maids bustle around, attending to their duties with practiced efficiency. Silver, the eldest among them, approaches me with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with concern. "Good evening, Lady Natasha," Silver greets me, her voice soothing and comforting. "I hope your day has been a little brighter." I offer her a faint smile, appreciating her efforts to uplift my spirits. "Thank you, Silver," I reply softly. "Your presence always brings a sense of calm."

Then tug at the object you wanted to remove while concentrating on area where you wanted it to materialize. When explaining about the signet ring Alisha waved at someone to come over. A girl with a lava-red hair approached them. Silver couldn’t shake his eye away from her. The glare of her obsidian-black eyes could swallow the world a whole. Her angel-white teeth seemed to have purified Silver's soul. Silver imagined kissing her soft strawberry lips. Her skin glowed like a moon setting its lights on others. “You must be new here, I've never seen you before,” The lava haired girl said, extending her hand to him.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.