Silver Phantom Httyd Novels & Stories

“This is the agreement you need to sign before becoming the Luna. Sign it. Hurry up! We can arrange the marking ceremony later. Lilith is still waiting for me.” Alexander tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden table. Even at a monumental moment like this, his mind was entirely occupied by Lilith, who was currently suffering through her full moon heat. Only the herbal broth brewed by his own hands could soothe her agonizing pain. I stared down at the ancient, weathered parchment, a sudden chill seeping through my fingertips.

“We move.” Bramrik is already at the door. Soryn’s burner is in his hand, his thumb flying over it to send out alerts—eyes on the board, eyes on the roads, eyes on every shadow that ever looked at Sera too long. Elowen is beside me in a heartbeat. “Transport?” “We take the roof,” I say. There’s an old service tower attached to the building we use when we need speed without witnesses—private access, reinforced landing pad, and enough distance from the main streets that nobody asks why four apex shifters are about to disappear into the night.

“You want this, Delilah sweetie? Both of us using you like the whore you are, tonight?” I swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Yes… please.” Silver smirked, that devilish grin that had drawn me to him in the first place, under the dim lights of the club where he was known as “The Jackal.” “The party’s waiting, Delilah… you look like you’re so hungry to be fucked.” I nodded again, eager to have them all to myself. “Let’s not waste the night,” Silver said

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

It was a pure, blinding silver. "The trial didn't just change you," Dante said, his face hardening as he looked at the bag. "It woke up the Heart. Every supernatural in the tri-state area just felt that surge. We have maybe twenty minutes before the woods are crawling with more than just ghosts." "Then we don't wait," I said, standing up and checking my silver dagger. I felt stronger than I ever had, the magic in my veins humming in sync with the shadows in the room. "We go to the source. We don't hide the Heart anymore, Dante. We use it."

She signaled to Marcus, who stepped out of the shadows and placed a sleek, black tablet in front of Phoenix. She tapped the screen. A holographic map of the Northern Territory projected into the air between them. "You want my son," Phoenix said calmly. "Let's discuss the price." Thorne scoffed. "The Council does not negotiate. We take." "Then you will starve," Phoenix said. She swiped her hand. The hologram changed. It showed a web of red lines connecting the North to the rest of the supernatural world. "This," Phoenix pointed to a cluster of nodes, "is the Northern Silver Mine. The only source of industrial-grade silver used in your Justiciars' weapons."

“Thank you.” My mouth hung open when I heard that, the emotions clearly written on my face. Even Silver looked mildly surprised, a light acknowledgment visible in his eyes. Silver then snorted softly, his bubbly aura slowly returning back, the atmosphere that was previously gloomy cleared up. “I am going to catch her now,” Silver vanished. His speed shocked me because I could not believe that anything could move that fast. “He's a thousand years old, he can do things that seem crazy to us.” Cayden explained.

“You know, I could have turned you like so many of the young boys I’ve played with in other packs. Made you want to have as much sex as you could handle but you had to yelp and scream and call attention to something that wasn’t hurting you. You got my tail busted something fierce when you were twelve. I can’t begin to tell you how many males, experimenting with homosexuality, I had taken without so much as a whimper. Yet you couldn’t even handle a long but small dildo without passing out. I begged dad for years to take you out of my room. He let you win that game. Relieved me of the torture that came from not being allowed to fondle you.To rape you.” He pauses a moment as if he’s thinking of

she was the moon goddess. "Lycans to you, it is spoken, your powers have departed from you and you shall be deprived authority over other supernatural beings and your dwelling shall be among them, they shall make you live as they do: and on every full moon night, you shall live as a beast with no bearing of humanity. But a savior will be born 10,000 years to come, she will be the only silver wolf ever seen uniting your world and regaining back your authority over the supernatural brings alongside her mate. only through her can the prophecy be fulfilled."

And without the nagging from his conscience across the table. For the next thirty minutes, they discussed strategy and alternate strategy in case they found themselves with more opponents than expected. Several plans were made, depending on whether their target hunted with the pack or waited somewhere else. Eventually, William was satisfied they had a plan for each possible scenario. They loaded the car down with the usual cache of weapons, making especially sure they had plenty of silver-tipped ammunition. From personal experience, William knew the crippling agony of silver. No immortal could fight with the pain searing through their veins, which was why he used it when he was forced to pla