Silver Overwatch Novels & Stories

The idea of ​​leaving her there did not seem pleasant to him but his instincts were beginning to take control over him in dangerous ways. Silver watched him go, somewhat worried but returned to the alphas and closed certain agreements that in the short term would bring Falcon a good profit. He still wondered what had him so busy. Gathering his things, he walked to the entrance to do what he had told Falcon when a certain alpha crossed the path. -You don't think you owe me a conversation, beautiful omega-

Tyr picked up one dagger, making sure he’s holding the leather part of it – careful not to touch the silver. “Looks familiar?” his deep voice softly uttered. Zane’s brows slightly creased and immediately gasped when he remembered something. “Oh! I saw that from the first one we saw. So, are you using that to kill the rogues?” “We hunt them, but we don’t kill. Silver inflicts wounds in werewolves. I guess you know why we use this.” Tyr swiftly turned the sharp edge towards him and let Zane hold the dagger. “Because silver is the Luna’s metal,” Zane recalled from the book he read.

"Winston, ask your people to stay in a place where a winged creature can't easily fly into. Somewhere narrow! Avoid going to open spaces, and make sure that none of you will touch any of the healers' weapons. They are made of silver!" Silver is poisonous to were-creatures. It shuts down their ability to regenerate from injuries, causes a burning effect, and generally ruins their day. Healers know this, so basically, healers have spears that are purely made of silver to hunt lycans. "I know what to do. Just go back, Luceethe, and fold your wings!" "There is no use hiding it; everyone saw me already!" "Luceethe! I said, Fold your wings!" "I am trying to help here! I don't want any of the Lycan

My stare can’t even drift from the knife in her hand. “You see this, it’s a blade that the edges has been mixed with Silver. I’m sure you know what silver does to a werewolf.” She smirks and slides her finger tip on it slippery. Silver is feared by all werewolves. As much as it miraculously strengthens the Alpha of the Silver moon pack, its dangerous for others. She looks at one of the omega who is standing at the left side of the room behind her. “Get the wolfbane. I’d love to spice things up” she adds and grins. My eyes widens on hearing the mention of wolfbane.

“The suppressant I sensed… It was colloidal silver.” “Silver?” I repeated loudly. “Humans take it as a supplement. It’s obviously not meant for lycans or werewolves. But there was more than just a trace in her blood. Honestly, I think you’re right that someone was dosing her.” A growl rumbled in my chest. Silver was deadly to lycans and werewolves. It was still used to incapacitate a shifter if taken prisoner. My hands tightened into fists as my anger rose.

"I felt the rage. The hunger. And then... I felt the pain. Your pain. It hit me like a blow. I collapsed in the middle of a meeting." "That's impossible." "Is it?" Levi smirked, but it was a sad, twisted thing. "You've seen the transfers, Maya. You've seen the purchase orders. Silver Nitrate." "What does silver have to do with this?" "Silver," Levi said, "burns us. It acts like a poison. It prevents us from healing. It prevents us from... shifting." I stared at him. My auditor's brain was trying to process the data, but the data didn't make sense. Shifting? Us?

That was the problem with silver, unlike wolfsbane, it didn’t just keep us weak, it kept us weak, made us unable to heal, and then killed us off, if the rogue king had hit a major organ, Javier would have been dead already. Right now he was the same as a human being who just got stabbed and was fighting for his life. There was a sudden rustling in the forest and it caught our attention. We all turned back, and seven wolves stepped out of the forest holding different types of melee weapons, and came towards us. While Leo and the rest went to take care of that, I kept muttering my spell, I had no idea what effect it would have on an injury caused by silver, silver was supposed to be our ultima

The source was a jagged tear across his abdomen. It looked like a claw mark, deep and ragged. But the edges of the wound weren't knitting together. They were blackened. Bubbling faintly. Silver poisoning. The smell of it made bile rise—acrid, burning sulfur. Someone had coated their weapon in nitrate-silver. It halted the Lycan regeneration. I watched the flesh try to move. Twitching. Pulling. Failing. The silver burned it back, turning biology against itself. I crept closer. Boots silent on the damp concrete. My grip on the shiv tightened until the bones in my hand felt like they might snap.

"Silver to weaken. Suppressors to block abilities. And surprise." "Take away any one of those, they're just humans with weapons." "How do we take them away?" Torres asked. Pragmatic. I liked her. "Silver only works on direct skin contact. Armor the contact points, wrists, neck, ankles." "The suppressors have a range of about thirty meters. Destroy the devices, your abilities come back instantly." He paused. "As for surprise, that's why I'm here. They don't know you know they're coming." The room was quiet for a long moment.

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."