Silver Phantom Httyd Novels & Stories

Despite his intimidating build, he radiated friendliness. “Aria Silvermoon, I presume?” He extended his hand. “I’m Ryker Stone, Beta of Blackthorn Pack. Welcome.” I shook his hand, surprised by the genuine warmth. “Thank you. Though I’m not sure ‘welcome’ is the right word when your warriors detained me at the border.” Ryker laughed. “Fair point. They were just following protocol. Unknown wolf entering our territory, they had to bring you in. But you’re not in trouble.” He gestured for me to sit. “Actually, you’re probably the most anticipated guest we’ve ever had.”

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.

he said. "Sterling deployed a Resonance Net. High-altitude drone array, automated tracking system, silver-frequency detection. It's been up for about forty minutes — I've been watching the signature build from the relay I still have running on the north road." A brief pause. "Anyone with a Silver signature exits that shaft and they get a lock within seconds." "Lock means what." "Lock means coordinates transmitted to Sterling's forward units simultaneously. Faster than you can move." Xander looked at Elena. Elena looked at Maya. Maya looked at the shaft with an expression that had started as disappointment and arrived at resignation.

He stood on top of the largest building of the city, he watched as he saw lots of blood being split on the floor. "You will pay for what you did!" Silver shouted as he change his form into that of a psychic vampire. He had a silvery-white hair, and a pair of blue wings that can be extracted and concealed within him. He was wearing a blue robe and by his right hand, he held a sword. The Dragon Sword. He went through the gate of the city and slayed those standing by the gate. "Come on out you scumbags, You have just tampered with another person's property and you shall all be punished by me!!"

he paused and change the slide projected on the screen. "One is your skill and the second is your developed ability." Developed Ability. That is the result of Silver. It's an experimental substance administered to us every other day during our experiment subject. Silver helps our brain to push it's limits to develop some sort of brain abilities such as telepathy and stuff. Other trainees here have already developed theirs, like me.

Finally someone I can control. © copyright Salem Silver G

SAPPHIRE “Remind me why we are here?” Silver complained again as he looked around us, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “There’s nothing here but just trees,” he griped, and he wasn’t wrong. We followed Cypher into a forest because, according to him, it would help us with Zephyr’s investigation. “It’s called surveillance,” Cypher responded, handing him the binoculars. “Check that and see for yourself.” Silver snatched the binoculars and sighed as he placed them to his eyes. “You brought us to the Black Men’s hideout for what?”

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.

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.