Silver St Cloud Novels & Stories

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

"Keep an eye on someone wearing accessories of silverstream." The team tentatively made their way upstairs. They had been briefed during the assembly that anyone wearing silverstream - laced accessories seemed to be able to conceal their presence energy, so they couldn't fully trust their sensory presence at the moment. This was concluded of Lars' testimony from fighting Hectrias.

Beside her, Elias was a silhouette of jagged obsidian, his wings tucked tight against the shimmering pressure of the room. ​"The Council wanted to mine this to power their machines," Elias whispered, his voice echoing with a metallic resonance. "But they don't understand the chemistry. This silver isn't a fuel, Rhea. It’s a mirror. It amplifies whatever intent is poured into it. If they try to take it by force, it will shatter the continent."

He did not care at all what Collins was doing on the border or what his wolf was dreaming about in the dark. Why should he go through the agonizing pain of tracking a ghost? Collins flipped through the medical sheets once more, then shoved them away in frustration, the paper crinkling under his palms. Then, he turned back to the glowing terminal and searched Ada Lube’s name on the regional pack registry. News about the Silvercrest Holdings leader very quickly flashed before his eyes. The keywords on the headline boards showed up in bold, blood-red font across the network screen. [775 MILLION SILVER PIECES FOR A RITUAL PAIRING.]

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

he smiled. I scoffed, a little offended. I’m no slouch when it comes to leveraging the internet. “And what makes you think you can find what I couldn’t?” I raised an eyebrow. “Silvercloud.” he nodded. Cause that makes any sense. “The startup tech company affiliated with your family’s company? What do you plan to leverage an affiliated company to search for my niece?” I was confused. Silvercloud was a new company making waves in the tech industry, but I don’t know how they would be of any help finding my niece when I couldn’t. And given the circumstances, I can’t even leverage old contacts. I don’t want to put her in danger with hunters.

she sighed. “So change of subject… Alpha, show me your mark,” Silvercloud said out of nowhere as he came closer. “Why do you want to see his mark?” Alex questioned. “I want to know if I was right, duh,” Silvercloud rolled his eyes. Logan sighed and tugged the collar of his shirt to display the mark. “Excellent,” Silvercloud grinned, doing the Mister Burns finger-tapping thing.

He sighs, “Okay, we’ll start with the least pure, which I’m sure you’ll be absolutely fine with, and work our way up to the bar of pure silver we found on some human on our lands. We have no idea what he planned to do with it; it’s literally an ingot of the stuff.” He points to a solid bar of silver with the sterling mark on it, she hums, “But it’s definitely the ‘good’ stuff.” She nods, she wanted to start at the hard end, but understands his caution.