Silver Phantom Httyd Novels & Stories

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

“I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother being human. Silver dragons are also only able to give birth in human form and they have live births rather than laying eggs like the rest of the dragons. During this time, a female dragon is most vulnerable because she cannot transform for six

Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters. “Enough.” The elves shifted as a woman stepped forward. She was tall, her silver hair bound in intricate braids, her robes shimmering like woven starlight. Her presence was commanding, yet not cold. Her gaze fell on Kaelen, and something in her expression—sorrow, perhaps, or regret—made him shiver. “Lower your bows,” she ordered. The hunters obeyed, though reluctantly. The golden-haired elf frowned. “Lady Serenya—” She silenced him with a raised hand. “I will hear them first. If the boy is truly what I fear, we cannot let blind hatred decide his fate.”

"He's furious enough to challenge the whole board, Chloe. If he scents your coat on my track, he'll let his wolf dismantle the entire franchise before the first puck drops. I'll handle my mate when the hunting grounds are secure." "Two hours remaining until the midnight shift, Captain," Brandon Hayes said, stepping onto the bench with his phone glowing against the dark Plexiglas. "The news from Silvercrest Holdings just hit the regional nets. Charles made sure every shifter from here to Skydrivee knows you're putting your mark on a Bennett." "Did he post the financial terms?" "He did. The broadsheets are saying you're transferring seven hundred and seventy-five million pieces of raw silver f

“It is. But we need rest. And if the prophecy’s correct, Silverlight might hold something we can use.” Aria sighed. “Then let’s move.” --- Silverlight Sanctuary The village of Silverlight sat in a shallow valley surrounded by shimmering trees—birches with silver-white bark and leaves that sparkled as though dusted with frost. The people here didn’t bow or offer deference when the group arrived; instead, they watched with quiet curiosity, their expressions wary but not hostile. “We don’t get many travelers this deep into Silverlight,” an older woman said as she stepped forward. Her eyes were pale violet, and her hair fell like moonlight down her back.

"Winston, ask your people to stay in a place where a winged creature can't easily fly into. Somewhere narrow! Avoid going to open spaces, and make sure that none of you will touch any of the healers' weapons. They are made of silver!" Silver is poisonous to were-creatures. It shuts down their ability to regenerate from injuries, causes a burning effect, and generally ruins their day. Healers know this, so basically, healers have spears that are purely made of silver to hunt lycans. "I know what to do. Just go back, Luceethe, and fold your wings!" "There is no use hiding it; everyone saw me already!" "Luceethe! I said, Fold your wings!" "I am trying to help here! I don't want any of the Lycan

“It’ll bring your animal nature to the surface. Not your animal. You will be able to resist the urge to shift easily enough, but if you sense a threat, you’ll fight. Maybe you’ll even start fights. You’ll not be able to turn off the predator inside you–the one with a killer’s instinct. At least until your body gets used to the potion, which will be in a couple of days.” That didn’t sound good at all. They might not be recognized by his mom’s minions, but they didn’t want to attract unnecessary attention to themselves. If they picked fights and caused disruptions, they would stand out like sore thumbs. Nobody could know they were headed for Boulder Mountain. They couldn’t be responsible for o

And for a decade, they have been slaughtered by synthetic silver weaponry. What does that have to do with your insubordination? Craig demanded. Three weeks ago, I initiated a confidential clinical trial with Alpha Marcus of the Crimson Ridge, Valerie said, hitting a key on her tablet. The holographic display shifted to show live biological readouts, cellular structures, and hematology reports. We did not just use the serum to cure latent poisoning. We micro dosed his entire frontline vanguard with a modified, high density variant of my Silver Purification compound. Kenneth stood up completely from his seat, his face draining of all color as he read the data. This... this is biologically impo

It truly showed how weak the Syndicate was—no honor among rogues. “So, where are they? We need to get organized and on the move.” Tanner questioned. “Hold on. Let me boot this thing up. Silvercloud installed it last week, and now we can use it.” Collin waved a dismissive hand as he turned on the integrated touch screen on the desk.

She didn’t know why Scarlet acted as if she needed to protect Samantha from the foreign presence when all she could feel from it was a soothing balm and an arousing sensation against her hot skin. ’Samantha…’ the voice whispered through the mind link, a little bit of husky and smooth like velvet was threatening her to open up through the mind link. She ignored it, blocking her mind as Samantha pulled the shield that she had perfected since she was a child to prevent the invasion of that foreign presence in her mind. However, before her shield could be put into place properly, Samantha could hear the last whisper of that husky, velvety voice that called her which made her shiver down her spin