Silver Phantom Httyd Novels & Stories

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

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.”

Those impossible silver flames licking beneath my skin. I hated that he’d noticed. Worse—I hated that he hadn’t looked away first. A chime sounded. The Alpha Council stepped onto the raised dais. Every conversation died instantly. Elder Myrien approached the podium with a tablet in one hand and a weathered scroll in the other—the scroll drawing whispers from older wolves. No one touched those unless it was serious. “Tonight,” Myrien said, voice amplified through hidden speakers, “we reopen the Prophecy of the Silver Veil.”

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

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

Taking the keyboard from Trent, I navigate the image to the screen directly in front of me. This system filters out heavy metals and toxins...why...immunity to silver and wolfsbane... what does that mean? Is Elle and Silver Run immune, or is the man who took over her pack? 'Simon,' Slade says, forcing an image of his reaction to the silver to the forefront of my mind. Silver Run members having a high immunity makes sense if they live in a pack that needs this kind of water system on their pack.

“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.

They hear the whispers of the forest. "The Silverfangs aren't just looking for you, Raven," Tasha whispered, leaning in close. The firelight made her eyes look like amber. "They are building something in the old mines. They are gathering silver. Lots of it." My heart went cold. "Silver? Why?" "To make a mist," Tasha said. "They have a witch. She’s grinding the silver into dust. They want to spray it into the air. It won't kill a wolf, but it will choke your magic. It will make you blind."