Sliver Novels & Stories

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

Liliana pleads. "Shhh...don't call me that!" I hiss. "My name is Sylvia now and I promise I will wake you up again. I just need you to stay asleep a bit longer. Please, Liliana. Don't argue with me," I say. Liliana growls inside me. "I don't like this," she whines and uses her force against me. The small vial of potion slips from my fingers and shatters on the floor, coating my skirts in an iridescent sheen. The potion is a liquid silver plated with turquoise stars.

Vayu asked, but his head hung low and not directed the question to anyone in particular. "Probably. Those Vortexes gotta lead to somewhere, right?" Tirana shrugged. "Back to the slitherite thing," Wilhelmina said, "how come we can't detect it at all?" "Oh I think it's the properties of this slitherite's outer layer. Silverstream was already a malleable energy so it didn't need much force to adjust it in a husk. The outer layer must be protecting the silverstream contained inside and prevented you all to sense it."

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He ordered. Sliver was a deadly weapon for a werewolf, it not only weaken or drain a werewolves energy, it also killed instantly, Skylar tears flowed down her cheeks as she wondered why her sister would cut herself with sliver...unless, she wanted to kill herself. XxxxX Skylar and her family, with a few pack members gathered in the living room, waiting patiently with their hands to their chin, feet tapping the floor trying to ease the uneasiness while heart beats pound faster as they all waited for the doctor to work out from Olivia's room.

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He uncorked it without a word, letting the faint, sweet scent drift into the room. “Silvershade,” he said quietly. “Slow, clean, and merciful. That’s what makes it perfect.” He tapped a small amount onto a white dish. It shimmered, then settled, almost vanishing against the surface. “Stir this into food and drinks, and you’ll have weeks. The body fades like memory, gracefully, without suspicion. It will slowly eat up the organs unsuspiciously until everything in the body is broken down. Then the bleeding will erupt, and it will land a final blow.”

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

“That explains so much.” Papa continued, passing out each item slowly. A whip-sword that looks like it was made out of an ancient and holy vines and silver-thorned bramble for Aya. A curved bone-saw blade for Sari that looks like it was owned by the devil himself. A silver-inlaid stave carved with moons for Lily. She cradled it like it was a baby bear. “This one has a name,” she whispered. “I can feel it.” I wasn’t surprised. Lily had always been strangely good at naming things that should be nameless.

"Clean up this mess. And open the vault. My son wants his mother."