Silver Sonic Novels & Stories

“She belongs to me! She is mine to kill!” I ran to Alpha Silas, who was slumped against a pillar, his face pale as ash. Silver poison was fast. “Silas! I can help!” I ripped open the silk of his jacket, exposing the wound. “Too deep, Luna,” he gasped, wincing. “The silver… it's too much. The Pack Doctor needs to extract it.” I shook my head, my focus tight. “No time. The Lumina light can counter silver. It's the Moon Goddess's antidote.”

She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior. I give in and transform, feeling my bones rearrange themselves in a symphony of strength and power. As Silver, I let out a howl that resonates like an ethereal war cry, vibrating the very air around us. The Lycan and wolf troops answer back, their roars and howls uniting in a crescendo of impending victory.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"Can you stop? You're making my head spin!" Celestine, who had been pacing back and forth, fell silent and looked at Lilyana with annoyance. "Lily, come on! You're telling me to stop thinking? While you just relax," Celestine grumbled. "You're so cruel. Don't you respect my heartbreak? I just got cheated on, Cele! And turn off that annoying phone of yours, it keeps ringing!" Celestine snorted. She then slammed the tab in her hand onto the bed Lilyana was sitting on.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

But he eagerly nodded his head and pointed to the Emerald Monkey with an expression of pride on his face. “Why aren’t you green then?” Mane asked in confusion. The thing that he found interesting was Silver’s origin. Silver’s aura was very much linked to the Emerald Monkey’s aura. In fact, Silver’s aura felt like it was born from the Emerald Crystal Monkey’s aura. The other Crystal Monkeys didn’t share that kind of connection with the Emerald Crystal Monkey. That was why Mane was curious to know the relation between the two. And his guess was right. Silver confirmed that the Emerald Monkey was his mother! But if that was the case, why wasn’t Silver also green?

He needed to make a declaration. He reached for a hidden jar behind a row of clay crucibles. Inside was his father’s "Celestial Silver"—an alloy enriched with cobalt and a touch of iridium. It was harder to work with, requiring a temperature that would turn a lesser forge into a molten mess, but the result was a metal that glowed with an ethereal, blue-white luster. As the metal began to liquefy, Julian sat at his bench. His hands, usually steady, were moving with a frantic, inspired speed. He wasn't just etching feathers tonight. He was designing a mechanism that would do more than play a song. It would be a key.

He averted his gaze at me as if he felt that his friend Kairos was murmuring his murder plan in his head as he stared at the two of us and watched us talk. "So, you came here for an engagement ring, I assumed? Your wedding band is almost done. Just the final touches and it will be on its way." I didn't need to ask. It's crystal clear that Hyunjin owns Silverio Stones. I've heard of this brand of jewelry before. It became popular for their dainty and unique pieces some of which were personally crafted by the owner which is him and if it's hand-made by him. It automatically costs thousands to millions of dollars.

It was honestly quite strange, and Gretel sat there, fixed at her seat, as Silver talked, and talked, and kept on talking, before talking a little more, and then topping it all off with a little more talking, as if talking was the only thing that he could possibly do, and was the one and only way forward in the situation that he was in, as if talking was his one true calling, and it was his destiny to talk, and talk, and talk, never stopping or ceasing for breath as he kept on the road of talking and chatter. Gretel, after a bit, became steadily more and more concerned for his lungs and throat. It was a surprise that he was still going on, now discussing batteries and their usage and how lon

I said, turning away to pace the narrow gravel path outside the glass dome. My boots kicked up small sprays of wet dirt as massive amounts of adrenaline poured through my system. "Malachi has armed his rogue mercenaries with high-density, armor-piercing pure silver weaponry. They have trapped the Vanguard forces inside a tight, boxed-in canyon. Silas, Kaelen's legendary healing factor cannot survive a concentrated, multi-directional silver attack like that. If those weapons pierce his chest... his wolf will literally burn from the inside out. He will die." Silas stared at me, his eyes wide with a deep, profound confusion and visible worry.