Silver Overwatch Novels & Stories

nope this was caused by SILVER! It must have been a stupid silver blade that Jade had used, this was not good as I’m supposed to be trying to hold on as long as possible for Sapphire’s sake, but they played dirty and used silver which will drain my energy making me weaker with no access to Sapphire or her healing powers. ‘Hey, Aurora did I ever mention to you that we’re able to withstand silver!! Play it out though like its making us weaker and I’ll try to heal you on the sly.’ Sapphire giggled to me, no she never mentioned it but I’m very glad we are.

Liora POV The journey back to the SUVs are just as merciless and unforgiving, each step a jagged reminder of what we’ve survived…and what still waits ahead. My legs tremble from the fight, muscles screaming with every stride, but I keep moving. The Silver Dagger clutched tight in my hand. Its warmth pulses against my palm, steady and alive, like a second heartbeat synced to mine. The ruby glows faintly, a soft crimson light that cuts through the mist, and every time the light touches my skin, Aria stirs – stronger now, her growl no longer a distant whisper but a deep, resonant force clawing closer to the surface. The suppression serum still holds her back, but the dagger’s power is eroding i

she was the moon goddess. "Lycans to you, it is spoken, your powers have departed from you and you shall be deprived authority over other supernatural beings and your dwelling shall be among them, they shall make you live as they do: and on every full moon night, you shall live as a beast with no bearing of humanity. But a savior will be born 10,000 years to come, she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. only through her can the prophecy be fulfilled."

“I fucking know that, Grandpa!” His gun pointed at me in an instant, and my eyes widened in shock as I raised my hands, my jaws clenching as I watched his eyes narrowed into restrained anger. “Language, Kian. I've always mentioned this to you. I know we're family but this is business too. Our business. We can't have enemies spotting weaknesses like these in our defense walls. That's what makes us Silvers. We put family first. Is that clear, Kian Silver?” I'd suddenly forgotten how scary he was whenever things got non-trivial like this.

I bit back a scream, but they saw the way my body trembled and the way my fingers curled helplessly. “She’s already shaking,” one of them mocked. “You think she’ll die before we even get started?” “She’ll hold out,” another said. “She’s got that fire in her eyes.” Their words barely registered as I focused on breathing, on ignoring the searing pain in my arms. But then I saw what one of them was holding. A knife. Not just any knife. A silver one. My stomach turned to ice. Silver was lethal to werewolves. But to humans? It was something else entirely. It didn’t just cut us, it burned. It poisoned. It could kill me in an instant.

I saw movement as I stepped in, but before I could make sense of it, a hand clamped over my mouth, and a hard body pressed against me from behind, pinning me against the tiles, and also pressing a silver blade an inch from my throat. I froze. Not daring to move an inch or do anything as stupid as trying to fight him off. Because he wasn't just holding a regular silver blade, this one was made of Pure silver. He even had thick gloves on just to be able to weild it. Pure Silver was the most lethal weapon to a werewolf. A regular Silver might cause burns and scratches, but this? It would send one straight to the goddess. And I'm sure the goddess isn't benevolent enough to give me a third chance

“As much as we would like to give you feedback, we need to uphold our protocols when taking in rescued pack members and alliances who have been rescued; please know we are on your side.” Alpha Milo looked at Silver with a new expression of amazement. He took two steps to Silver, but she took one back, making him stop with a hurt expression. “You look just like your mother, Miracle Gold- Silver,” we all looked at Silver, a bit taken back at his words. Her eyes were wide at the hearing of her name. It was almost as if she was angry at him. Being the gamma, it is my job to protect the Luna. Taking my stand before her, I towered to her, ensuring Alpha Milo couldn’t see Silver or Miracle.

"What do you want, Ophelia? I'm here now. Your beef is with me. Let my parents go." "No. I won't. There's no reason for me to. And I never promised to release them once you came here." She smirked. "You see, do you know what material the blade of this dagger is made from?" Light bounced off the silver metal as she moved it. "Silver," I answered without thinking. "That's silver." "Good. Now, wounds from silver are quite fatal to werewolves, it impedes healing factor, and it even . . ." A sizzling sound emanated from it as she pressed it against my father's skin again. "Burn."

I rushed towards my mate, tears blinding my vision. “Zephyrus, nothing will happen to you. I’ll tend to your wounds just now. I took the rucksack off his shoulders and searched for the medicine box. I gave him some of his magic potion and Romanov helped me tend to his wound. “Silver is fatal for wolf-shifters. You should have been careful,” scolded a scared Romanov. “I’m immune to silver. Don’t worry about me,” he said with a smile. His eyes landed upon me and he looked at me with pride.