Silver Sonic Novels & Stories

The sound is a weaponized resonance, engineered to detonate the silver curse and obliterate the elders into fine powder along with anyone listening. The destructive sonic wave threatens to tear our eardrums apart, turning the sacred assembly hall into a screaming vortex of shattered metal and high-frequency agony. I grit my teeth against the blinding pain in my temples, raising my arm to shield my face as jagged fragments of silver rain down across the dais like deadly shrapnel.

Though he couldn’t hear a living being in miles radius. The mortification of feeling the vibration of his voice made her squirm. “Let go, Sire! I don’t like it!” She whisper-yelled but he just smirked with his one hand on her ass and the other patting her thigh. “The walls and flooring is made of Silver Stone,” She stilled at once. “It slowly depletes Beasts of strength when they come in contact with it often, the effect on humans may be faster.” Laylin bit her lip.

A bit confused, I reached for it. Inside, on a black satin, was a slim leather collar. Black as midnight, butter-soft, lined with pale silk that looked like it would feel like a whisper against skin. A small silver tag dangled from the front O-ring. I lifted it closer. The engraving was tiny, elegant cursive: *Ava Daddy’s forever*

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

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.”

Silver clenched her fist angrily. “I heard that''. He said. “And between, don't you think you need a purse to add to your fashion?”. Dante asked. “Get the hell out of here!!”, Silver yelled angrily. He was pissing the hell out of her.

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

Bellamy whimpered as he sliced through the last symbol. With the patch of skin removed, Bellamy snapped his fingers again and crystal decanter containing a blue liquid appeared in his hand. He slowly poured the liquid over the wound on Lissa’s chest making the skin underneath sizzle as tendrils of smoke rose from the wound. Her ear-piercing screams rang throughout the room again. Bellamy hissed as the liquid splashed up, burning his hands, leaving behind bright red blisters. Once the decanter was emptied, he placed his glowing hands over the place where the branding had been and began to mumble an incantation.

Silence in the room. The radiator does its ticking thing, that rhythmic metallic sound that marks the passage of time in these old buildings. Outside the Gothic window, the afternoon light is going amber and long, shadows stretching across the stone courtyard like dark fingers reaching toward evening. "I'm not her," Silver says. Her voice is steady, but there's something brittle underneath. "I know you're not." I hold her gaze, willing her to really hear me.

“We would like to offer you protection.” Far above, Selene smiled thinly. There it is. “Protection from what?” Silver asked. Ilyon met his gaze without flinching. “From becoming a symbol others will try to use. From isolation. From misunderstanding.” Silver’s reflection wavered in the pool, then steadied. “You mean you want me close,” he said. “Where can see you?” “Yes.” “So you can explain to me.” “Yes.” “So you can say this only works because you allow it.”