Silver Overwatch の小説・ストーリー

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.”

As I lay dying, the last thing he said to me was, "Next time, don't take the silver arrow for me." So our thirty years together were nothing more than his way of repaying the debt he felt he owed me for my wolf. A debt that suffocated him, one he was desperate to escape. Since I have a second chance, I will not get entangled with him again. But before that, the damned ambush is still waiting for us. This time, I will change all of our fates.

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

"If this silver had reached the main force, Vance’s men wouldn't have stood a chance on that bridge." I walked over to the lead truck, reached into the flatbed, and picked up one of the heavy silver rifles. The metal was cold, heavy, and lethal—designed specifically to burn through Alpha skin and stop wolf healing. I wrapped my hands around the barrel and bent the iron rifle straight in half until the frame snapped with a loud, metallic pop. I tossed the ruined metal onto the blood-soaked floorboards. "Load all these crates into our trucks," I commanded, my red eyes burning through the grey smoke. "Take the silver weapons to the front lines. Victor thought he was supplying his own army."

The horizon bled silver and shadow. From the edge of Hollowreach’s towers, Ari watched as entire landscapes shifted like waves under an invisible tide. Valleys turned into seas of glass. Mountains unfurled into spirals of light. Every pulse of Iluren’s thought carried meaning that reshaped the world’s design and every whisper of fear echoed as form. The Silver Pact had once been an oath to protect balance. Now, it had become a war to define it.

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.

"It completely conceals silverstream so that we can't detect them at all. That's why their operations could work. That's how Silver Sovereigns distribute VEIL all over the world." With Vayu's threads that were razor sharp and extremely sturdy, he disassembled the container and rip it apart. What was left of it then was just its interior husk, gleaming silver and its surface was crystalline. Large volume of silverstream swirled in it, and yet no Scions in the room could felt its despicable presence. "That's... not possible. How does that even work?" Edwin stared in disbelief. Rachelia curled a finger that touched her lips, wheels on her mind seemingly turning. "And these Silver Sovereigns...

This time he grabbed me by my hair and dropped me to the ground. I cried out in pain as he kicked me in the side. I tried to get up but I was too weak. I looked over to Sylvia and David as they could barely stand. Silver, if it penetrated a werewolf’s body it’s very deadly. Outside the body, silver can weaken a werewolf greatly. That’s why Tony and Sylvia are hardly able to move. I mustered up all the strength I could get and tried to crawl over to them.

Silver. It's the one thing that the scientists that created us couldn't breed out. If anything, silver is a lot worse for us. The pain, if too much, can drive us crazy. Going into a killing frenzy isn't just dangerous for those around us. It weakens us. It's easier to kill a Warhead when it's out of its mind.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.