Silver Versus Sonic Novels & Stories

She wondered as she followed Steve who had begun to head towards an exit. That exit door was up a stairway on the far edge of the huge parking lot, Carla noticed that the closer they got to the exit, the louder the noise from the beach became and soon she could hear it clearly. It was the sound of blaring speakers with music and the screams of people, happy screams though.

His cries shook the sky as silver burnt his flesh. “This isn’t ordinary silver, my pal. This silver is only found in south which your forefathers wanted to rob from us. It can kill you in a couple of hours if you keep resisting like this and maybe, you’d never be able to see your son.” Leonardo said. Adonis stilled as soon as he heard the word ‘son’. Leonardo surely knew how to find someone’s weak nerve and use it against them as a weapon but I hated it. Eliot wasn’t some pawn but I remained silent because I had to see what Adonis would say next.

She picked up the silver flute and held it out to him, her eyes fixed on his with a terrifying intensity. 'Fight,' she signaled with a sharp tilt of her head. "I can't fight a King," Silas whispered, his orange eyes shimmering with a dark, twisted recognition. 'You are a Titan,' she gestured, pointing to the glowing silver lines on his skin. Silas snatched the instrument from her hand, the silver feeling unnaturally warm - almost alive. He looked at the pre-Veil etchings, the swirling lines that seemed to mimic the dark ink of the wolf tattoo on his own throat. He felt the frequency from the metal sink into his palms, meeting the silver lines on his flesh.

they are not just resisting the silver ions. They are completely neutralizing them on contact, Valerie said, a cold, triumphant smile cutting across her face. As of six o'clock this morning, the entire southern warrior coalition consisting of over fifteen thousand elite combatants is completely immune to silver weaponry. A silver tipped bullet will do nothing more than bruise their skin. A silver blade will shatter against their muscle fibers. The entire courtroom erupted into a chaotic roar. Alphas in the gallery stood up, shouting, slamming their fists against the railings.

“I fucking know that, Grandpa!” His gun pointed at me in an instant, and my eyes widened in shock as I raised my hands, my jaws clenching as I watched his eyes narrowed into restrained anger. “Language, Kian. I've always mentioned this to you. I know we're family but this is business too. Our business. We can't have enemies spotting weaknesses like these in our defense walls. That's what makes us Silvers. We put family first. Is that clear, Kian Silver?” I'd suddenly forgotten how scary he was whenever things got non-trivial like this.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Damn he sounded so good and Silver had to bit her lips to prevent her moans spilling out as she totally lost herself in his seductive voice. The rest of their date was filled with laughter and lots of playfulness. Silver was surprised to hear Rodriguez laugh, she didn’t think it was a sound she’d ever heard. It was such a beautiful, rich, deep sound. And the way he threw his head back while he laughed, the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the side, made it all a perfect image. She was falling for him. Slowly but definitely surely.

The way his eyes bulged was enough of an answer for me. “Who sent you?” I commanded “I'm not telling you anything, you crazy bitch!” he cried out “Have it your way,” I sighed, unscrewing the vial, taking the dropper attached to the lid, and squeezing. Tiny droplets of liquid silver hit different spots on his neck and chest, burning holes immediately through his skin. Liquid silver reacted in the same way that acid would work on humans. Luckily for us, this suite was soundproof as his screams would've woken the dead.

And Jolene’s whole body dissolved in the molten lava of her release. “Fuck, yes,” Silver growled, and let himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushed deep – as deep as he could go – and then held himself there. His large body strained, tensed… and he rode the undulating, pulsing waves, just let them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.