Slime Silver Novels & Stories

It was silver. Liquid moonlight. Quicksilver. It shimmered with an impossible, metallic luminescence, casting tiny, dancing reflections onto the snow and the stunned faces surrounding her. It wasn’t just the colour; it seemed to hold a faint, ethereal light of its own, defying the gloom. Silence, absolute and profound, swallowed their taunts.

The anatomy of the earth being stripped down by hand. The workers poured the green battery acid over the jagged lime deposits that encased the silver vein. The stone didn't crack. It hissed, a boiling sound that filled the narrow drift with a dense white vapor that smelled of vinegar and old copper. Elara stayed at the front of the line, her hands guiding the iron stakes into the soft dissolved channels, her fingers tracking the cold metallic texture of the native silver as it emerged from the stone matrix. The silver was beautiful. It was dead. It didn't possess the light of the Moon Guard or the reflective brilliance of the Citadel's mirrors. It was a matte, gray alloy, heavy with lead and

Instead, their metal doors were stamped with a bright, shining symbol made of solid silver: a howling wolf head surrounded by three sharp silver swords. It was the Silver Crest. This was the official, terrifying emblem of the global Lycan Council. The vehicles stopped in a perfect line in front of the main building. The doors opened, and six elite Council executioners stepped out into the freezing wind. They wore heavy black leather coats with silver buttons, and their faces were completely covered by dark iron masks. They moved with a synchronized, chilling speed, their boots making heavy, rhythmic thuds against the white snow. Behind them walked a tall, older wolf with long white hair and

My voice, now his, fills the room—rich, velvety, commanding. “Silver should be dominant.” Silence. Cassidy blinks, then glares. “Aries, if you’re going to hijack Delilah’s body, at least say hello first.” Aries chuckles through my lips. “Hello, little human.” Alma crosses her arms. “Why silver?” My lips curve into a smirk. “Silver is the color of the moon, the bond that ties mates. It represents strength, purity, and divine right. It will remind everyone that Delilah is not just a queen but the vessel of the strongest wolf to walk this earth.”

Frowning, I glanced in the direction he was growling. There was a box. And a rose lying right next to it… What the---?! I grabbed the rose, but instantly let it go, feeling my skin sizzle. My heart dropped as I realized--- Silver! She had breathed in silver! Silver wasn't deadly for us. However, it did leave serious damage and scarring if it was ever used as a weapon. If it came into contact with our skin, it cut us off from our wolves and hindered the natural healing process, leaving us vulnerable for a while. The feeling was like fire, burning you like a bad allergic reaction...

“Silver stones.” The air in the room went cold. “Silver stones” I repeated flatly. Will nodded. "If I had to guess, she either ingested them or injected them. They're in her bloodstream now, suppressing her wolf's ability to heal.” My fist curled tightly. Silver stones were different from regular silver. They interfere with a wolf’s regenerative process and slow it, sometimes enough that it's like that of humans. They’re used as a deterrent. As a weapon. If someone’s blood is infused with it, or they ingest it, the healing is drastically reduced.

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.”

The air shimmered with latent magic, words hanging like dew. Ari raised her staff, channeling a stabilizing ring of energy. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady though her heart pounded. “The world is rewriting itself because the pact we made the Silver Pact was never meant to last forever. It was a bridge between silence and renewal. Iluren has crossed that bridge, and now so must we.” A young adept stood. “And what are we crossing into?” Siran answered for her. “A conversation that has no end.”

I looked up at Elaina in confusion. “Silver?” I asked. Werewolves struggled with silver. We could manage light touch for short time but it was uncomfortable and would leave a painful burn if we had too much contact. It was said that it suppressed the wolf's side of you. Basically make you human. Not that I would know. I had never even thought to touch it. Elaina glanced at Jeremy before shaking her head. “No dear, it’s white gold,” she said, and I shrugged and then smiled. “Thank you Elaina, it’s beautiful,” I said.

It was safer that way. “Sorry excuse me Luna Lilith we wanted to check what colour napkins you’d like?” Looking at the samples the omegas held out I looked them over before finally settling with the silver. It wasn’t as boring as the cream or beige, yet it wasn’t as tacky as the gold. The silver also held a meaning. Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts.