Silver Phantom Httyd Novels & Stories

“I thought silver was deadly for werewolves.” “A bullet of high purity silver penetrating your heart or with the use of modern medicine, injecting it into a vein, are the quickest ways for our kind to die, yes. But it was discovered about sixty years ago that small doses of high purity or large doses of low purity silver have temporary enhancement features. When injected into the muscle, either one will give you a euphoric high as well as increased strength and stamina with decreased pain perception. It’s very common for prospects in poor shape to engage in using it for that purpose. Unfortunately, those who do use it, often don’t realize the danger they are putting themselves in. The high o

It could cleanse all evil in the world, and it shot right toward Titanzilla. Hardy, the Silver Moon Sky Wolf, unleashed his most talented Divine Technique, Cathode Freezing Light. A white flash of light pillar shot out from the silver moon on his forehead. The freezing aura coming from it chilled everyone's hearts. Andre, the Andromeda Tiger, roared. His roar shook the sky, and golden blades fell onto Titanzilla like a shower of flowers from the sky. As a metal-attribute Divine Beast, every golden blade was equivalent to divine-level mid-grade weapons. They were exceptionally sharp.

"I had to handle a minor territorial dispute in Sterling Heights. Did you miss me, little human?" "Not in the slightest," I lie smoothly. Order Whitmore steps forward, his long black coat sweeping the ground, his white hair and neatly trimmed beard giving him an air of ancient authority. He ignores the kneeling enforcers and kneels down beside the unconscious body of Silver Ravenscroft, who lies on a stretcher near the entrance. The old master presses two fingers to Silver's pulse point, examining the faint, silver-tinted veins near her collarbone—the classic sign of Blue-Tint Syndrome caused by an overwhelming Moon Yetako reaction.

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.”

"Something's wrong." We race to the walls where chaos greets us. Three of our patrol wolves are down, not dead but unconscious. Standing over them is a figure in a red hood. "Delivery for the Silver Moon Wolf," the figure says, their voice distorted. They throw something at my feet - a crystal vial filled with swirling silver liquid. "What is it?" I ask. "A gift from the Collector. And a message: Drink this, and you'll understand everything. Your true power, your destiny, how to control it. Don't drink it, and next time, these wolves won't wake up."

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."