Silver The Hedgehog As A Human Novels & Stories

It left a burned mark on her pretty smooth skin. Hope she can heal quickly. They shouldn’t be able to shift for another day. Our silver is pure. We made sure to have the best quality. The humans that took the silver off disappeared again just as they appeared. This castle has many hiding spots and secret passages. And Troy made sure that his people knew them all like the back of their hands.

burning you? He looks at me shocked and then to Jess’s wolf who looks just as surprised. Lily looks over to me and I am shocked at his next words. “You mean Alpha didn’t tell you already? Members of the SilverFang pack...we are immune to silver.”

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

he tried to speak and then his eyes rolled and he lost consciousness. Fuck! Being shot with silver isn't one of the nicest feelings in the world, it is the second closest to the loss of a mate or the pain of a broken mate. I don't know how long he has and I don't know where to take him and from what I heard the rogue Alpha said, he had injected him with silver. Silver is harmful to werewolves, they would die within minutes based on the amount of silver infused in their blood, the rogue Alpha had said he injected him with a lot, perhaps the man could be a warrior or has Alpha blood in him hence why he is still alive, I need to do something to save him and I need to do it real quick.

I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.” I was a bit shocked by this. I touched my own hair in suspicion, unsure whether to believe it, before continuing; “Their blood is metallic silver as well.” Well, that was certainly not my case. My blood was anything but silver. There was no possible way for me to be a Silver Blood. I wasn’t even a real werewolf. I sighed. I read on; “Their wolf forms are larger than the average wolf. They are faster and possess a healing ability that regenerates at the rate of a hundred.”

With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain. Silver. Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

“Why is it weird? I was beaten with a silver rod.” “I knew, but they’ve been applying the ointment that reverses the effect of the silver on your skin, but it’s not working,” he stated, narrowing his eyes at me. I shrugged. “Maybe it’s because I’m….” “A late bloomer?” I nodded. Even though I had almost said it was because I was human. “Every late bloomer I know has no problem with healing, hearing, and running fast,” he countered, his eyes not leaving mine.

"The Loyalists are meeting in the North-Cave, Mother. They’re talking about The Silver-Solution." My heart stopped. The Silver-Solution was an old myth from the 19th Cycle—a way to "Bleed" the wolf-energy out of the body permanently. To become human. To become Safe. "They’d rather be 'Clipped' than 'Chained'?" I asked, a sudden surge of Sunset-Gold Rage threatening to break through the violet-silver shell. "They’d rather be Themselves," Hope whispered, a single tear cutting through the emerald dust on her cheek. "You aren't Gia anymore. And you aren't Darlene. You’re just the System in a Pretty Dress."

Or for her to turn out to be the thing I'd been searching for since I was exiled five years ago. A Silver Blood. A real, living, breathing Silver Blood. I adjusted the unconscious girl in my arms as I navigated through the forest. She was lighter than I'd expected, all delicate bones and soft curves. Her skin still held a faint silver shimmer, like moonlight trapped under the surface. Beautiful, Deadly, Perfect. "Boss," Marcus's voice crackled through the radio clipped to my belt. "We've got Silvermoon wolves at the border. Ten of them. They're demanding we return the girl."