Silver Sonic Novels & Stories

"I can make them all strong. I can make them... pure." "Purity is an expensive commodity, Silas Thorne," a voice boomed from the Mirror. It wasn't the voice of the Curator or the High Elder. It was a soft, melodic vibration that sounded like the chime of a thousand glass bells. From the mercury-light, a hand emerged. It was a hand of silver-white glass, holding a single vial of iridescent liquid. "The Silver-Crest Formula," the voice whispered. "It will erase the 'Biological Chaos'. It will give you the 'Standardized Pack' you desire. But a doctor always knows that a cure requires a donor."

Her breed was supposed to have died out, and yet here she was in flesh and blood. “How is it possible?” he finally whispered. “My pack has been living in hiding for the better part of the last several centuries.” “Why?” “As you might be aware from the stories, the pelt of a Silver Wolf is made of pure silver. Once it was clear to the pack that they would be hunted to extinction for their invaluable pelt, they decided to live in secrecy.” “How big is the pack?” “I don’t know.” “What? How? You are a Silver Wolf!” “I have never lived with the pack.”

I ran for the vault. I slammed my bloody hand against the scanner on the silver door. "Identity confirmed," a calm, robotic voice said. "Queen Lyra. Access granted." The heavy doors hissed open. Inside, on a pedestal made of pure white marble, sat the Silver Crown. It wasn't a piece of jewelry; it was a headset made of thin, pulsing silver wires that looked like a brain’s neural network. "Don't touch it!" Selene shrieked, stumbling toward me as her body tried to repair itself. "The feedback will fry your mind! You aren't strong enough!"

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

At the center lay what looked like a mirror, half-buried and radiant, its surface rippling as though alive. Siran knelt, brushing away the sand. “This is not glass… it’s crystallized bloom-thread.” She placed her palm upon it, and the surface rippled outward like water. A thousand reflections shimmered across its face her own image fracturing into others: younger, older, and… unfamiliar. One reflection stared back with eyes of liquid silver. It smiled, faintly. You came back. Siran staggered backward. “Who said that?” I did. The voice came not from the air, but from within her own thoughts. It was gentle, echoing, uncertain. You are part of what I am. The memory that still moves.

Vials of something silver. "You destroyed my research," Moss continued. "Set me back years. Cost me millions." He smiled. It looked wrong with the burns. "So I've decided to move to Phase 2 early. See, I don't need your blood anymore. Maya's blood gave me enough data to synthesize a substitute. It's not as effective as the real thing. But it works." He held up one of the vials. "I'm calling it Eternal Silver. And I'm selling it to the highest bidders. Council members who want to live forever. Alphas who want to maintain power indefinitely. Anyone with enough money and desperation."

She lunges forward, her hand darting toward my throat with a hidden, high-frequency sonic blade, but Clyde is faster. He doesn't let her reach me. His massive hand snaps out, catching her wrist in mid-air with a sound like a cracking branch. The shadow-aura around him flares, a localized, suffocating vacuum that instantly neutralizes the sonic blade, turning the metal to brittle, grey dust. "She’s poisoned," Clyde growls, his golden eyes narrowing as he detects the familiar, metallic tang of the Silver-Sieve in the woman’s blood.

Revenge for what? I was about to ask, but Leo tapped my shoulder and held his phone up. “The doctor is on the phone for you,” he told me. I glared at Shirley who only chuckled; a growl escaped my throat as I grabbed the phone from Leo. “What is it?” I asked, turning away from them. “The results came back; Silver was given Moonshine. It’s used to block memories and powers,” Dr. Scott explained. “Can it be reversed?” “Your sister seems to think so. She’s currently working on getting Silver’s memories restored as we speak. She’s very confident. She’s making some kind of potion. Apparently, she had most of the ingredients already. I’ll keep you posted on if it works or not.”

I can never forget her annoying voice that made my blood boil. I froze mid-reach, heart jerking in my chest. No. Not now. Not while I’m under the freaking desk. Rylan didn't say a word afterall he can't say a word either. But I heard his tired grunt. Silver laughed. “What? You’re worried. No one is here, Rylan.” And then silence. Followed by a slow, amused exhale from Rylan. “Well, well, well,” Silver purred, the sound moving closer to where I was hiding. “Rylan, I love you. I told you time without numbers. We aren't related by blood so we can be together.”

he paused and change the slide projected on the screen. "One is your skill and the second is your developed ability." Developed Ability. That is the result of Silver. It's an experimental substance administered to us every other day during our experiment subject. Silver helps our brain to push it's limits to develop some sort of brain abilities such as telepathy and stuff. Other trainees here have already developed theirs, like me.