Silver Overwatch Novels & Stories

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

“I think we should settle on hearing Your Silver out. It won’t be with my hand that anything happens to him.” Ray huffed. “If you give the command, as Alpha King, those other Alphas will have to obey.” It was weird hearing him speak calmly after fuming few minutes ago. “We’d all agree to let Your Silver be. He’s an incarnate of the Moon goddess, his works could be of stability to us werewolves.” I supported. So it was decided to let the silver wolf be. That girl was getting away with everything, courtesy of Rih. Silvers do help each other, alive or dead.

When we reached the border, his friends were already coming towards the center, aiming to take him to the hospital, without wasting any time Noah took him in his arms and rushed with his wolf speed to reach the hospital in a minute. Silver metal is the poison for us wolves, though becoming adult our wolf build up the immunity to fight with the poison unless the contact is beyond the certain limit, but for teens who are still growing and near to their first shift, coming in contact with silver metal can act as a fatal for their wolves, saving their human side, their wolves take it on them and quietly dies within. Therefore, it wasn’t allowed to keep the silver metal open, neither was it sold

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

"Coated in ionized silver dust. Explosive yield: small. Armor penetration: zero. Anti-magic properties: absolute." "Burn them," Jack said. Catherine squeezed the trigger. The swarm didn't attack the gargoyles' thick skin. It flew into them. The drones targeted the eyes, the mouths, the open gills along their necks. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The sky lit up with hundreds of tiny, brilliant silver flashes. It wasn't a fiery explosion; it was a mist. A glittering, deadly fog of silver. For a werewolf or a magical creature, silver wasn't just poisonous; it was anathema. It disrupted the magical binding that held their unnatural physiology together.

The car was already waiting in the driveway. Sleek, dark, and quiet—its engine a low purr, like a predator at rest. Elara had never ridden in anything like it. Her father called it a courtesy—“the least the Valtoris could do.” She suspected it was more of a message: We’re watching now. She belongs to us.

"We will fight for our Luna. The question is: who will stand with us?" Silence fell. Alpha Morgan was the first to speak. "I will. But I can only spare fifty warriors." "We'll send thirty," another Alpha said reluctantly. "But if the casualties mount....." "We'll send none," Alpha Reeves said flatly. "This is your fight, Silverfang. We wish you luck, but we're declaring neutrality." One by one, the Alphas made their decisions. Some pledged warriors. Other resources. But most declared objectiveness—they wouldn't fight for either side.

"Dr. Carter, which I presume you know by now, is a scientist who has worked on a lot of projects over the years. I had been chasing down a particular werewolf when I bumped into him and his lab, as well as the organization he worked for, who weren't interested in what he had discovered. "The wolf I was after had been captured by them—was shot with silver bullets, injected with wolfsbane and arsenic, and everything that a werewolf fears the most—but nothing seemed to have affected it. It was still alive." My father's eyes sparkled as he explained, feeling so engrossed. "They are known as Silver Bloods—have abilities like no one has seen before. They were bigger, stronger, faster, and everythi

I kept my expression perfectly blank, an empty canvas of administrative politeness. "It’s a custom blend, Mr. Laurent," I replied, maintaining a steady even tone. "A lavender and silver-oxide synthesis. Our corporate environment requires a high standard of presentation and I prefer something that remains crisp throughout a twelve hour shift." I deliberately used the word ‘silver’. To a human, it meant nothing. To a wolf, it was a subtle, psychological deterrent – a reminder of the metal that could burn them.

she said. Aetos blinked a couple of times. He was confused as he doesn’t understand anything. It was like he was been played and messed up but he can't do anything. "Just what then hell have happened?" he muttered to himself and walked away. One thing about Silver is that, she has the gift of her voice. And only Lupus knows about that. She can make anyone do what she wants as long as they have even a tiny bit of interest, respect, affection and desire for her.