Silver Quill Mlp Novels & Stories

"Alaric keeps it locked, but the door was open and I saw it and I thought - Mira, it's a Duskbane quill. Your family's. It signs automatically once it touches paper. You don't even have to -" I took it. The weight was wrong for a feather. It was bone, polished and carved with runes so fine they disappeared when you looked directly at them, visible only in peripheral vision. The particular craftsmanship of a bloodline that had learned to write contracts with powers that didn't negotiate in spoken language. I pressed the quill to the first notebook that reached me. It moved.

On the left was Lila’s sickeningly sappy pink love letter to Kaelen, the line I offer you my pure, untainted soul to follow you blown up several times over, the wax seal perfectly visible for all to see. On the right was a bank transfer slip from the Windchaser Merchant Bank. The payee was one of the trussed-up men on the ground, the sender’s name printed in clear, unmistakeable script: Lila Silvermoon. Amount: two hundred gold coins. Memo: Public Opinion Manipulation F*e. “This is the pure, kind, gracious chieftain’s daughter you all praise?” Eira’s voice rang out over the deathly silent marketplace, heavy with unshakable authority.

nope this was caused by SILVER! It must have been a stupid silver blade that Jade had used, this was not good as I’m supposed to be trying to hold on as long as possible for Sapphire’s sake, but they played dirty and used silver which will drain my energy making me weaker with no access to Sapphire or her healing powers. ‘Hey, Aurora did I ever mention to you that we’re able to withstand silver!! Play it out though like its making us weaker and I’ll try to heal you on the sly.’ Sapphire giggled to me, no she never mentioned it but I’m very glad we are.

"We've got maybe fifty of these scattered through the crates. Not enough for a war, but enough to do damage." "Is that why we risked our lives coming here? For knives?" "We came for these." Lila had moved to another shelf. This one held scrolls. Lots of them. Each tied with cord and sealed with wax that bore the Silver Claw mark. She selected one without hesitation, like she knew exactly which one she needed. Broke the seal. Unrolled the parchment. Started reading. Then stopped. Went completely still. "What?" I moved beside her, trying to see what had frozen her.

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

“I would like to put silver glitter in your hair if that’s okay with you.” “Of course Carrie. Sounds perfect.” She grabs a small container out of her bag and she sprinkles silver glitter throughout my hair. “Mom can we have glitter,” asks Maliyah. “Yeah I think that would look pretty,” says Malayah. “Of course you can. Please sprinkle a bit on the girls too.” “No problem.” “Thank you mom, thank you Carrie,” says Maliyah.

She needed a library. "The hunt begins," she said, clutching the silver swan in her palm. The Queen’s Research Notes : • The Metal: High-purity silver with a trace amount of palladium. Rare. Only three mines in the southern ridge produce this specific alloy. • The Technique: Micro-mechanical engineering. This isn't the work of a hobbyist. It requires a specialized forge—one with a high-precision bellows and a jeweler's lathe. • The Clue: The coordinates on the vellum. They don't point to a location; they point to a volume in the Royal Archive.

I reached into the dark slot and pulled out the folded blue paper. I opened it. Inside, written in perfect, precise silver ink, were the exact answers to the upcoming high-ranking history exam. It was the official answer key, stolen directly from the administrative office. “Vivienne,” I thought, a cold, detached smile touching my lips. “You are still using the same old tricks from my first life.”

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.