Silver Melting Crucible Novels & Stories

Reginard handed her an exquisitely crafted deep blue velvet jewelry box. Alrabella took it and opened the box. Inside was a luxurious silver crucifix pendant, hanging on a necklace. The crucifix was a marked Victorian antique piece of pure silver. The four arms and center were all decorated with delicate detailing, tiny intricate scrolls that would take hours of skilled silversmithing to accomplish. The silver had a lovely verdigris that only time could bestow. Set into the center of the crucifix was a ruby, sparkling with deep red light even in dim lighting. The gem was cut into a perfect round brilliant to maximize its fire and light reflection.

My eyes snapped back at her, “I thought silver weapons are not allowed in the house because it will burn our skin.” “Well,” she paused with a small smile, “that one is kind of special. The hilt and sheath is made of Obsidian. It's 100% immune to the silver toxicity. Just don't touch the blade.” “Woow!” I exclaimed in excitement, almost jumping on my toes, “I can't wait to try it out.” Back then, all I wanted was dad’s time for me, and bragging about my swordsmanship was what I thought would bring me closer to him. I gained a lot of compliments and praises from him, never expecting that the same happiness would eventually kill me.

“So generally, your idea is about creating plasma guns that operate with molten silver and can also retain the heat?” “Exactly.” She snaps her fingers at me like I just confirmed a point. “But there are little….problems.” She mutters. “And they are?” I ask. She sighs, looking down at one of the guns. “Molten silver requires extremely high temperatures to remain in their liquid form in order to deliver their full lethal effect and purpose. Maintaining these temperatures precisely within the gun can be technically challenging.” I fold my arms, raising an eyebrow. “That's a problem for the engineering department to solve.”

Three months later. My relationship with Lycan grew closer every day. He understood me, respected me, and supported me. He gave me a sense of security I had never known before. That day, I was in the lab researching a new potion, using moonstone powder as a catalyst. "Halen, try adding this." Lycan handed me a small vial of silver powder. I took it, surprised. "Is this... refined moonstone?" "Yes," Lycan nodded. "I had the royal craftsmen refine it specifically for you. It’s three times the purity of the standard grade."

Beneath us, the massive, thirty-foot-wide Starved Iron crucible began to glow a blinding, cherry red. Suspended inside the crucible by a perfectly balanced magnetic array were the forty-nine remaining splinters of the core metal we had pulled from Iron Crest. They hovered in the dead center of the blinding heat, stubbornly refusing to melt. Their impossible density pushed the ambient heat away, creating a terrifying, localized pocket of cold right in the middle of a white-hot furnace.

He squeezed my hand before rushing out the door. I shook my head for any unwanted thoughts and started the most important part of the plan. Heating up the stoves in an alignment and putting a metal container on it as I dumped the silver shield in it. "This is gonna take a longer time. I need something to make it melt it down fast." I searched the cupboard, finding a gas torch flame burner. Yes! This will work. I quickly switched it on, turning it on high flame and trying to melt all that silver in the container.

I opened my fingers. The fragment dropped. It hit the coals with a soft *tink* and vanished beneath the glow. Heat flared. The metal glowed, then warped, then sank into the molten mass at the bottom of the crucible. “Going to make something good from that,” the smith said. “Door fittings for the sanctuary, maybe. Or a sculpture for the training yard. Something solid. Useful.” “Not a chain,” I said. “Not a chain,” he agreed.

"I really hope we can be like real sisters from now on." "Go on, take it," Fenris urged. "She went through a lot of trouble for this." "Yeah, see what's inside," Caspian added. I mechanically reached out and took the glass box. But the second my fingers brushed the surface, a white-hot, agonizing pain seared through my palms. Liquid silver. The box was coated in high-purity liquid silver. My instincts took over and I dropped it. The glass box shattered against the floor, shards flying everywhere.

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

'happy'. They were then interrupted by the presence of the Aurors. They had just finished their job with the silver knick-knacks and the office desk, and were ready to report. "Report, Auror Moody." Director Bones said, putting down her now empty cup of tea. "The silver items are all monitoring items made with blood magic. They are a combination of health monitors, life monitor, tracking and status monitor. All of them are made with the use of blood magic." Auror Moody reported. Amelia groaned and raised a hand to her head, starting to massage her temples. The headache was coming back.