Silver Taurus Novels & Stories

"The thermal masking works through Silver-adjacent resonance specifically." "But Torr's Redshore Collective has Silver-adjacent lineage," Maya said. "He mentioned it in the registration documents. Third generation removed from a hybrid bloodline." Silas looked at the registration data. She was right. "And Sasha," Maya said. "Her grandmother's records are in the Graywater Collective's historical files. Silver lineage, diluted but present." "Enough to run a secondary injection point at the correct register," Silas said. "If they know how," Maya said.

She grabs the phone and puts it on speaker, placing it on the dashboard so she could focus on driving. The deep baritone of the voice that comes through next, does nothing to hide the sneer of it’s owner. “Hello Silver.”

“It’ll bring your animal nature to the surface. Not your animal. You will be able to resist the urge to shift easily enough, but if you sense a threat, you’ll fight. Maybe you’ll even start fights. You’ll not be able to turn off the predator inside you–the one with a killer’s instinct. At least until your body gets used to the potion, which will be in a couple of days.” That didn’t sound good at all. They might not be recognized by his mom’s minions, but they didn’t want to attract unnecessary attention to themselves. If they picked fights and caused disruptions, they would stand out like sore thumbs. Nobody could know they were headed for Boulder Mountain. They couldn’t be responsible for o

His laugh was not the laugh of violent arrogance, but the cruel laugh of a reality hacker. "I never waste lead on eternal junk," said The Heiress as she flipped her right hand in the air. Arthur, who was always alert by his side, pressed the release button on the titanium suitcases he had brought. The six giant suitcases opened. Viktor's eyes blinked. Inside the suitcase were not conventional bullets. But millions of pure coins made by central banks, necklace chains, medals, and serrated bullet blades, all of which, without exception, are made from 100% Pure Sterling Silver (Pure Silver).

“What kind of style are you hunting for today? We just got a fast two-seat snow coupe in the back.” I shake my head. “No, I need a big 7-seater wagon.” My pups need space to stretch their legs, and we need room for hockey gear bags when we travel. “Look at this one,” the female says, pointing her finger at a giant silver SUV. “This model has tons of room, and the manager just chopped ten thousand coins off the price tag today. It's a steal.” Terry leans his head close to my ear, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “Don't touch this brand, Lyra. Three of these models had major oil leaks on the ice roads last winter. Their reputation is totally trash among cab drivers. Pick something else.”

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

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.

That can't be real silver though, right? Within seconds, he opens his eyes and we're heading home. I can feel a big difference in his aura, which only makes sense if that is really silver. Only wolfsbane can kill us, but silver is excruciatingly painful and weakens our wolves. We only use it on rogues and other prisoners so they can't shift. We drive in silence for what seems like an eternity before he speaks again. "Did you get to eat?" he asks quietly. Oh hell no. He won't get away with not talking about this.

The marking was complete, the oaths were sworn, and the moon was our witness. Adrian turned us toward the pack, raising our joined hands high into the air. "The Luna of Silver Fang!" he roared. The forest erupted. Thousands of wolves shifted in a single, fluid motion, their silver and gray furs reflecting the moonlight as they threw their heads back and howled. The sound was ancient and powerful, a song of loyalty and celebration that shook the very ground beneath our feet.

"Silent running mode included. It creeps up on you like a ghost." Ren opened the driver’s door and sat inside. The seat molded to his spine. The dashboard was a single curved piece of glass. It felt powerful. It felt like Wraith. "I'll take it," Ren said. "In silver." The salesman blinked, his datapad hovering in his hand. "Excellent choice, sir. We offer competitive financing plans with interest rates as low as—" "Cash," Ren interrupted. He held up his wrist-comp. "Full amount. Today." The salesman’s eyes widened. "Of... of course. That would be 45,000 Credits, including the luxury tax and registration."