Silver Versus Sonic Novels & Stories

I can never forget her annoying voice that made my blood boil. I froze mid-reach, heart jerking in my chest. No. Not now. Not while I’m under the freaking desk. Rylan didn't say a word afterall he can't say a word either. But I heard his tired grunt. Silver laughed. “What? You’re worried. No one is here, Rylan.” And then silence. Followed by a slow, amused exhale from Rylan. “Well, well, well,” Silver purred, the sound moving closer to where I was hiding. “Rylan, I love you. I told you time without numbers. We aren't related by blood so we can be together.”

he paused and change the slide projected on the screen. "One is your skill and the second is your developed ability." Developed Ability. That is the result of Silver. It's an experimental substance administered to us every other day during our experiment subject. Silver helps our brain to push it's limits to develop some sort of brain abilities such as telepathy and stuff. Other trainees here have already developed theirs, like me.

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

Beside her, Elias was a silhouette of jagged obsidian, his wings tucked tight against the shimmering pressure of the room. ​"The Council wanted to mine this to power their machines," Elias whispered, his voice echoing with a metallic resonance. "But they don't understand the chemistry. This silver isn't a fuel, Rhea. It’s a mirror. It amplifies whatever intent is poured into it. If they try to take it by force, it will shatter the continent."

silver suddenly spoke out. “Just shut it, okay, old witch, or I will shut it for you,” Nola muttered as she stared right at her with a death gaze. “Oh, you can come try, you crazy brat,” silver responded, her eyes also fuming with anger. Well, it seems like these two don't like each other huh, well, I think silver and I might actually become close friends. “You both stop, it's time to leave,” he said as he got up still with me in his arms, and then I came close to his ears.

He looks at the two men sitting with their backs to him and thinks: “It must be so they can interrogate me and ensure I'm not a spy. - Come, join us. – the Luna says, and Silver starts moving forward, but two steps away from the table, he stops in his path. The smell of that blood was familiar. His mind becomes confused because he can't identify it. The second man was a human, and a strange human, without any scent, but the first… Silver breathes deeply, letting the smells of the room invade his senses, and when he identifies the smell, his eyes bulge. - Victor?

It radiated cold like a living thing, the silver singing with harmonics that bypassed the ears and went straight to the nervous system. Along the blade's edge, microscopic runes spelled out words in the old tongue: Truth. Pain. Revelation. "It will burn," Velis said conversationally, testing the blade's edge against his own thumb. A drop of his blood welled up, dark as old wine and somehow thicker than human blood should be. "Silver has that effect on certain bloodlines. The runes will drink deep, recording every secret your blood whispers, every lie your flesh has been taught to tell." His smile deepened, revealing the full length of those predatory canines. "And I'll savor every moment of

His painful roar sounded like music to Emmeline's ears~ His screams had a soothing effect on the pain that he had inflicted on her soul. Lycans and Wolves were extremely sensitive to ancient silver. The type of silver that was very rare to find, once embedded into the flesh it stops the beasts healing ability for a time in lycans while it might kill the Werewolves. Because lycans were the true-born children of the Moon who can withstand the silver's effect on them while werewolves are considered abominations, they have a wolf within them but they weren't as strong as a lycan.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

"Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?" Dr. Riley sighed. “True, wolfsbane doesn't kill, but silver does—at least when left for a longer period in the bloodstream." I took the other tube from his hand and surveyed it. "But there isn't any silver here. How would they have gotten silver?" I questioned. “There is, in that one, if you look closely," he gestured for the tube in Harry's grip, the one that contained the wolfsbane we had seen earlier. Harry raised the tubes against the sun while he squinted. "I do see something in it, but barely."