Silver Shadows Novels & Stories

The shadow tried to dissolve into mist, its body turning into a fluid ribbon of smoke as the steel approached. But Laila’s silver fire wasn't the regular light of the Silverbacks. It was the integrated frequency of the True Moon. The sapphire fire didn't pass through the smoke; it pulled it inward, the suction force of her essence locking the shadow into its physical form like a fly trapped in amber.

“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.

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!!"

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 stumbled toward it, desperate for open space and light and… Pain exploded through my chest. I gasped and fell to my knees, clutching at my sternum. It felt like something was trying to claw its way out from inside me. My wolf. She was thrashing against the curse, harder than ever before. No, not now, I thought desperately. I can’t handle this now. But she wasn’t listening. She was furious, terrified, desperate. The curse had held her for eighteen years, and she was done waiting. Silver light began to emanate from my skin, just like it had during the rogue attack. But this time it didn’t stop. It grew brighter, more intense, until I was sure I was burning from the inside out.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

And then the light. Silver. Clean and cold and enormous, shooting straight up through where the cathedral roof had been, through the remains of it, into the night sky above the northern sector. Not a fireball. Not smoke. Just raw Silver frequency released from twenty years of compression, going up and up and dispersing at the cloud line in a slow, wide bloom that lit the forest and everyone in it from above. The stained glass that the centuries hadn't already broken finished breaking now. Elena heard it, a cascade of small, clear sounds underneath the larger ones, almost pretty.