Silver The Hedgehog As A Human Novels & Stories

He looked between the two of us. “I’ve got that much numbskull. The library is a wealth of information. You know that.” Daire glared. Cadogen took a deep breath. “Yes, Well what I’m sure you didn’t find was anything about humans. One reason being the old wives tale about humans not being able to Soul-Tie. In truth they can Soul-Tie multiple people.” I gulped at the implication. “That’s not true, it didn't feel the same.” I blurted. Daire’s head whipped around. His brown eyes landed on me.

Joshua shook his head and said, "In the world of humans, that is nothing more than a fairytale. However, there are no other creatures in existence other than werewolves; nevertheless, there are certain werewolves who have some kind of link to magic, and most of the time it is evil magic. But, rogue werewolves do not like to be managed, so we either have to kill them or...!" "Bring them under control with silver!" Aileen's voice was filled with excitement as she dug through the dirt to uncover a piece of silver. Aileen speculated that there had been some sort of conflict in this location even before they arrived owing to the softness of the soil. The tiny piece of silver was in the shape of a

I was a thousand times more angry now than I had been that I hadn't bled Agustin out slowly. Armando shifted to human form. "Silver?" he asked. I nodded. Armando sighed and turned to our mercenaries. "Gonna need a few of you to shift, boys. Silver's not going to let Win shift back to human form, and he's going to be heavy as f*ck as a wolf." He turned to two mercenaries, "Go find us clothes, quickly."

Silver. It's the one thing that the scientists that created us couldn't breed out. If anything, silver is a lot worse for us. The pain, if too much, can drive us crazy. Going into a killing frenzy isn't just dangerous for those around us. It weakens us. It's easier to kill a Warhead when it's out of its mind.

The healing factor borne from the combination of man and wolf was just too strong. Silver, however, circumvented that strength. How? No one really knew. A lot of people believed that shapeshifters were impure beings, and because silver was a pure metal, it repelled anything that wasn’t of the original design of the creator. It made just enough sense for us to adopt, nothing else. However, if I was going to get a good chance at really doing damage to Edric, I was going to have to do more than just a stab in the chest with a silver knife.

The effect of the Silver weapon was so severe on werewolves; it'll take a longer time to heal it naturally. But Noah wanted to finish his cousin as fast as possible, so he could help Martha to fight Mi-Yeong, “any last word cousin?” he inquired while aiming his silver dagger at Hyukjin’s neck. He uttered the word ‘cousin’ with great irony. Hyukjin hissed and spitted on Noah’s face, “you’re lowlife hybrid! You’re shamefully using a werewolf weapon against your own kind!” After wiping Hyukjin’s saliva from his face, Noah smirked, “That's because I’m a half-human, so I can use hunter weapons with pride!” and then swung his dagger.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Priya asked with a puzzled look on her face, trying to make sense of what she had heard. Brittany sighed, she was as confused as they were. “The silver had reached her heart, but rather than attack it, it has become a part of her, like a new blood,” Brittany tried to explain. It was unheard of, silver was the greatest bane to every werewolf’s existence. “So you are saying she has silver flowing through her veins now?” Hades asked. Brittany nodded her head, “yes,” she muttered in a low tone. “Then why is she not waking up?” Hades asked.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

Not in a bad way, at least. “The Silver Star’s resistance to silver poisoning is very symbolic,” Edwin explained through our Mindlink, noticing my confusion. “Wearing silver as a human is sacrilege, as a werewolf it’s frowned upon, but as the Silver Star, it’s like a beacon.” I frowned in confusion at that. “Quit speaking in riddles.” Edwin sighed, his hand slipping up my spine to guide me through an awestruck cluster of guests. I flashed a tense smile as we passed, to which their eyes widened in response—as if a celebrity had just noticed them.