Silver Overwatch Novels & Stories

“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.

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."

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

The man stared deeply into my eyes. “His blood is your blood.” He turned to Daire “Her blood is your blood” He picked the goblet up and poured the remainder of the liquid on to both of us. “You. Are. Krvna.” The Man Hunched over again The chanting started up again. The liquid started to seep into my skin. It moved to the place that Daire had cut me. It danced on my skin healing the wound. As the wound healed a symbol started to form. A blood red bow with frayed tassels was all that remained. The bow around us slipped away. I could move again. Daire scooped me up into his arms. I hugged him back tightly.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Instead, the dagger embedded on his side and he hissed out. As fumes rose from the wounded area, Olivia realized with horror that it was not just any dagger but a silver dagger. Silver was toxic to werewolves, and wounds caused by silver didn’t heal like they usually do. The longer the contact with the metal, the more lethal the effects were. As she saw the metal hilt of the dagger still protruding from his body, Olivia felt fear, like she had never known. She remembered the day when she had first met him and how she had vowed to hate him when he claimed her against her will. It felt like an eternity ago, but as she watched the man she was supposed to hate, she could only feel pain and fear.

he said, grinning. She tried her best to smile, but couldn’t. Aaron was instantly beside her, placing an arm over her shoulder. “Hey. What’s wrong?” he asked, cupping her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes. Keyah looked at him sadly. She wished she could lie just so she could spend more time with him, but it wouldn’t be fair on either of them. She held up her father’s diary. “Silver Wolves apparently are only ever allowed to mate with others from the pack. They’ll not accept you as my fated mate. I’m afraid I’ll have to continue this journey on my own.”