Silver Versus Sonic Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened in concern before she reached for the necklace around her neck, pulling it out to reveal the ring I'd given her. "Henry told me it was my father's..." Clearing her throat when realizing she was too polite, she hid it beneath her shirt and looked back at me. "So silver can kill you?" "Anything can if there's enough of it. It's just harder for us. Silver is like what mercury is to humans. Makes us weak and then we can't heal. It's ideal for those who want to kill us." I leaned forward. "Which should tell you something about how I trust you...How can I make you stop looking at me like you don't." I offered a fork and a plate of her dinner as she cocked her jaw.

And if Gideon had created it, then the silver was the key. “Focus on the silver!” I called out, my voice cutting through the chaos. Zane didn’t hesitate, darting forward to test my theory. He grabbed a knife from his belt, the blade glinting faintly in the moonlight, and drove it into one of the pulsing veins on the creature’s arm. The effect was immediate. The creature let out a bone-chilling scream, its body convulsing as the silver seemed to ripple beneath its skin. It staggered, the glow in its eyes dimming for a moment before flaring back to life.

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.

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.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

The Obsidian enforcers were similarly incapacitated, their wolf forms struggling to maintain coherence under the sonic assault. Laila felt the agony, but she also felt the silver armor pulse in response. The metal acted as a dampener, absorbing the frequencies and converting them into a low hum. She stood up, her jaw set, and walked toward the control panel at the end of the hall. She didn't press buttons. She placed her hand on the panel and sent a massive surge of lunar energy through the system. The emitters exploded in a shower of sparks, the agonizing sound cut short.

“Silver pills.” He cursed under his breath. “What?” The word came out sharp. Ash pushed to his feet and stared at me. “We do not know what this means yet. But we found out today that the other twin members of the Eclipse Circles were never killed in the battle. They were poisoned. All of them. Silver pills.” My thoughts spun hard, then stalled. A faint, shaky smile crossed my face before I could stop it. The image of Luna Freya’s black wolf rose clear in my mind. Strong. Distinct. She was not part of the Eclipse Circles. I was sure of that.

To see whether Silver would break. Silver closed his eyes. He listened. And he did not answer.

There is no way a skin will remain intact with the friction it creates from the slightest movement. I developed some immunity to the silver in the past two years, all thanks to the rope with silver needles Nico and his men used to restrict me. I don’t know how but the effect of silver on my skin, though it stings, does not cause a lasting effect, even my wolf can ignore his discomfort for the contact. Not unless a liquid silver is pumped directly into my system, then Six should be fine.

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.