Slime Silver Novels & Stories

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

he snarled. “Looks like we have company. Sorry, but this is where our chat stops.” Like it was never there, his face went back to normal, and he waved at me as he left. After that, I blacked out, but not before I felt someone approaching. Silver. The color of the moon wolves honored and the color of the metal that was their nemesis. I saw two different silvers, the same in color but different in aura, fighting and intertwining before my eyes.

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

Liam nodded and gazed at me, "I am. After talking to Edward and analyzing everything that he said, I am certain of everything that I am about to say. She is a silver wolf... A silver wolf because I read in of our ancient historical books that only the royal lycans and silver wolves are immune to silver. She can't be a lycan as no one can lock a lycan, especially a royal one as they are the wildest and most powerful wolves in the history of werewolves but silver wolves... The silver wolves can be locked with a powerful spell. You just need a powerful witch to suppress their magic." Yeah... Indeed my parents had a powerful witch by their side. Lexi's mother... "What do you mean by they are imm

Seth added. "The shares are apology enough," I replied dismissively. I could not care less about his words as they meant nothing to me now. Seth was caught off guard by my reply, and he smiled awkwardly. "We're moving abroad, Stella. We probably won't come back." Their disappearance was their second gift to me—another abandonment that I welcomed this time. "Good," I said simply. ... When the scores came out, I had a perfect 1600, while Xavier scored 1590. That night, under a star-filled sky, we sat on the swings and shared a knowing smile. Luivelle University, here we come!

It is light as spider silk, woven with actual pulverized silver dust meant to reflect full-moon light during a mating ritual. I step up to the counter, my fingers brushing the edge of the glass. “This lace... how much per cubit?” The shop owner, a shrewd female wolf with sharp features, looks me up and down, recognizing my high-pack posture immediately. “That is moon-silver thread, imported directly from the high artisans of Ironvale. It is eighteen hundred copper-tokens per cubit.” I raise an eyebrow, pinching a stray sample between my fingers. “It is woven from wild spider-silk and cold-pressed silver. Beautiful, but delicate. It won't hold up if it’s pulled too tightly against heavy leath

There was something in it—tiny, microscopic flakes that caught the light like dust motes in a sunbeam. "What's in it, Rhys?" He stepped closer. His shadow covered me. "A touch of silver. Just enough to be a tonic for a True Luna. Our bodies thrive on it. It’s what separates us from the weak, from the humans." My stomach turned. I knew what silver did to our kind. In small amounts, for the pure-blooded, it was a test of strength. But for anyone else... it was poison. It burned. It tore through the veins like liquid fire.

he shrill screams of thousands of immortal voice boxes tore through the night at Avalon Castle. The rain of pure silver shards from the barrels of the Black-Zero Division's electromagnetic guns didn't leave a single blind spot in the grounds of the giant hall. Vampire nobles who were accustomed to sipping mortal blood from golden chalices, now crawled through the rubble with their bodies sizzling on fire. Pure silver is a natural anomaly for their stem cells. When a small piece of silver chain penetrated their chest, the wound could not be closed, but spread like rotting lava that eroded their internal organs to charcoal.

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou