Silver Phantom Httyd Novels & Stories

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."

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.

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

(Third-person POV) The luxury yacht gleamed in the winter sun as it cut through the waves of Silvercrest Bay. On board, in the lavish lounge, the four members of the Silverstone family waited anxiously. Their physical condition was a testament to recent conflicts—Richard and Lucas Silverstone both sat in wheelchairs, their legs in fracture braces, while Victoria and Cassidy Silverstone stood behind them, pushing their chairs. All four wolves were visibly nervous, their postures rigid with tension. An invitation from the Nightshade pack of the Northern Territory wasn't something they could refuse—not when that pack represented such overwhelming power.

"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?

He just opened his mouth, and the silver sludge from the mercury-react dribbled onto the floor. Vance fell back against the terminal. "What have you done to him?" "I saved him," I said. "Something you would never understand." "You think this is over?" Vance laughed, a high, desperate sound. She pressed a button on the terminal. "The Silver-Eater isn't just a vacuum, Joshua. It’s a homing beacon. And it’s tuned to the specific frequency of your child’s heart." The ground shook. A low, bone-deep hum started. It was coming from the sky.

My eye twitches upon a realization no one else catches upon and I fold my arms, standing up. “Is something wrong Heather?” Zena asks as I see Silver let himself get bitten in the side and hurled to the ground. The heck! That’s no way near the power a punch packs, what is Silver doing?! My mood is only dampening the more so I try to connect my mind to his through the link and blare my displeasure. ‘You punk! Am I here to waste my time watching you play around the field?! I’m leaving’. That does the trick as he finds me and I smirk at him, ‘Play all you want, little puppy’.

The executive hangar was a massive, sterile cavern of polished steel and white neon, a stark contrast to the blood-slicked concrete of the Moonhaven Coast. In the center of the bay sat Rhys’s private aircraft—a sleek, multi-million silver shard VTOL. Its carbon-fiber hull was pitch black, stamped with the silver frost-wolf emblem of the Stormfang Syndicate. The twin jet engines rotated slowly on their housings, emitting a low, bass-heavy hum that rattled right through Agnes’s boots.

Chapter 105 Creed’s POV The floor-to-ceiling glass paneling of the eighty-fourth story penthouse boardroom offered a sweeping, panoramic view of the glowing city skyline, but my attention was fixed strictly on the glowing holographic trade monitors floating above the obsidian table. It was three in the morning. While the rest of the pack slept, the financial machinery of the Silverthistle Territory moved millions of units of rare refined tungsten and high-grade lithium through international channels.