Silver The Hedgehog As A Human Novels & Stories

Hale stated. “See!” River exclaimed. “However, many hybrids are affected by silver as well. It’s not as deadly to them, but it can be harmful. So having silver around would put you and Sage in danger.” Hale explained. River and Sage pouted. “That explains a lot. I thought it was weird that they would have a silver allergy. I used to have a silver locket, and as babies, they tried to chew on it, resulting in a rash on their hands and their lips swell.” I blinked as it all now made sense.

He wanted me to speak. Silver. The word was at the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t sure if I should say it. It was too... obvious. But Mr. Thompson’s expectant gaze was enough to push me into speaking. “Silver?” I said, a little hesitantly. Mr. Thompson nodded. “Correct. Silver is a werewolf’s kryptonite, their main enemy. Now, Hazel, stand up and tell me, what happens when a werewolf touches silver?” “Uh… how would I know?” I stammered. “I’ve never encountered any werewolves…”

He growled and moved to my left flank, swiping at me, luckily I was prepared and he missed me, he was definitely faster than the others. Doing another attack and swiping at his lower abdomen, taking a chunk of his flesh with me, blood pooled at my fingertips as well as dripping from his stomach. He took a step back from me, shocked that I could probably parry with him, “I'm not just a little girl, I am a silver blood, a species that was meant to bring your kind to justice and that is what I am going to accomplish.” After declaring, Hughes gnashed his teeth and attacked once again, this time slower than before.

However, the one thing they did know about this peculiar NPC was his vivid backstory and tendency to talk about many other things non-quest related. From his rambles, dad jokes, and cackles, they learned that the hunter had previously lived with Red Hood’s grandmother in the middle of the forest. She was his mother, and he had a brother who was Red Hood’s father. The mother was someone completely different from what they thought she was. “They call themselves the Silver Walkers,” Han grumbled. “Pretty little things when they are human but only on a full moon’s night. During the day, they are actual animals. When the moon rises, they regain part of their sanity but not completely.”

The seer assured. The seer transformed into her human body as a young lady in her middle thirties was revealed, she had a long brown blonde hair that almost touch her b*tt and she was dressed in a red heroic suit. No one would have believed that the Seer had lived for over five hundred years. "Nice cloth you got there." Silver said as he transformed from a silver coloured dragon into a young man. He had a curly black moustache and a small black goatee. His Silvery skin is similar to Vic's own but also different at the same time.

Damien's POV Silver…even in my deepest nightmares, I would know it. Where had the human gotten it from? I didn't wait for him to get any closer, launching myself at him. He screamed and accidentally let go of the bag, me falling on him. He fainted out of fear before I could even do him any serious harm. He wasn't anyone I recognized but if he had silver, he was definitely up to no good, even if he was a spineless coward. If he was cowardly but dared to come anyways, it only meant one thing: he was not alone.

Hot blood splashed across my arm. He fell without a sound. The clearing went still again, except for Sebastian’s ragged breathing. I dropped to my knees beside him. The wound was deep — too deep. Silver poisoning was already spreading, turning the skin around it a dark, ugly gray. “Hey, stay with me,” I whispered, pressing my hands to the wound. The silver burned my palms, but I didn’t care. “You promised you wouldn’t do anything reckless.” He shifted back into his human form, blood pooling beneath him. His breaths were short, broken. “Didn’t think… hunting would turn into a war zone,” he rasped.

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.

This wasn't the eyes of a woman fawning over me, it looked different, felt different, but I just couldn't pinpoint it. I gave a lopsided grin then brushed my thumb against her lips. There were traces of dried blood there, it looked like she had been tortured more than the rest. I stood straight, a smug smirk plastered on my face. These silver-haired people had a thing for messing with me. It had to be the hair. Silver-haired wolves were said to possess powers beyond the ordinary abilities of werewolves. Mating with them as a normal werewolf had a way to boost your abilities and, somehow, they were highly sought after, but this one right here was said to be human.

“Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?” “I accept.” He put out his forearm and I made a slash with my claw through his palm and forearm. Then I slashed my own palm and forearm and grabbed his in the official were greeting. As our blood intermixed both of our eyes became silver, the silver swirled in his irises and then disappeared into his pupil. The minute it disappeared, a flash of silver emitted from my chest and into his. Trevor was officially a Barrier for Silverclaw. I repeated all of the same steps with the