Novelas y relatos de Silvercandle Ii

I motioned for my warriors Beta Kael, Daren, and the others, but before we reached the line of fire, Regina stepped forward, clutching the same satchel she'd carried yesterday followed by Carla and the others. "Alpha Archer," she said quietly, eyes on me, "your men are still healing from the burns. The fire's enchantment will target the wounded first. You'll lose them before you even reach the center." Her tone was steady, respectful but daring. "And what do you suggest Regina?" I asked, though my wolf bristled at the challenge. She drew out a small vial, a shimmering blue liquid that smelled faintly of pine and silver. "It's a mixture of frostroot and moonlace. It'll mask the burn for a few

“And that’s why you must stay. I can teach you to leash your fire, to direct it instead of drowning in it. No elf, no mage, not even your precious Seeress can give you what I can.” Her words coiled around him like a snare. A part of him ached to believe her, to grasp at the hope of mastery instead of fear. But another part whispered of danger—the wolf’s hunger behind her promise. “What do you want in return?” Kaelen asked warily. Lyra’s smile sharpened, fangs catching in the moonlight. “Loyalty. To me. To the Crescent Fang. When the time comes, your fire will burn for us.”

My grandfather called out, making me refocus my glare to the man who'd been suspiciously quiet for the past twenty minutes now—almost as if he was on the edge for making something go wrong. Or maybe perhaps he was now at the round table in the DaSilvers Mansion with his wife. “Ah, yes, Don Silver.” Salvatore finally responded, plastering a smile as he turned to scan the faces around, swallowing when he met my icy gaze. “About the wedding…we agree to your terms. All preparations have already been handed over to your organisers. The Morettis will just tighten the security with ours and invite my investors to make the connections bigger between our families.”

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

‘If you would please, I’m trying to concentrate on this Ultimate Rejuvenation pill for the patient,’ Blake called back to the Sword. “My, my. We are not the touchy ones, are we? My past owner was never this sensitive,” Silver Light said, not revealing that her past owner would criticize her nagging and put her in her scabbard to keep her from talking. Finally, Blake finished creating five new high-grade Ultimate Rejuvenation pills with Silver Light, commenting that her Previous Owner would have created ten with all of the materials Blake had used. Sighing, Blake went up to the sleeping dragon, placed two Ultimate Rejuvenation pills into his mouth, and stood back and waited for the results.

Finally someone I can control. © copyright Salem Silver G

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.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.