Sonic Shadow Silver Super Novels & Stories

“Then let’s not keep them waiting.” The first Shadowborn lunged. Kael moved like a storm, his blade slicing through the air, severing the creature’s arm before it could reach him. The Shadowborn screeched, its form flickering, but another took its place, lunging at his back. I lifted my hand, and my power answered. Silver light burst from my palm, slamming into the creature before it could reach Kael. The impact sent it flying backward, its form disintegrating into mist before it could even hit the ground.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

The pack reacted instantly, but Cassian raised his hand. "No. They're here for me." He stepped forward, power rippling through him. "I am Cassian Silvermoon, heir of Nightshade, son of storm and phoenix. You want to test me? Test me." The first attacker lunged. Cassian didn't move until the last second, then lightning erupted from his core. Not wild, not uncontrolled—precise. The attacker flew backward, convulsing. The second and third came together. Cassian's partial transformation was beautiful—human form wreathed in silver fur and electricity, moving like water and striking like thunder.

And then the light. Silver. Clean and cold and enormous, shooting straight up through where the cathedral roof had been, through the remains of it, into the night sky above the northern sector. Not a fireball. Not smoke. Just raw Silver frequency released from twenty years of compression, going up and up and dispersing at the cloud line in a slow, wide bloom that lit the forest and everyone in it from above. The stained glass that the centuries hadn't already broken finished breaking now. Elena heard it, a cascade of small, clear sounds underneath the larger ones, almost pretty.

"He wants me and he took Rebecca to draw me out, and he took your mate to ensure you wouldn't stay out of it." "Oh, well then, he succeeded..." Carson replied, his voice dropping to a whisper that carried further than a shout. "— where is he taking them?" "There is a place, it's a bunker built into the ridge..." Kenziel looked toward the northern border, where the treeline met the jagged peaks of the Silver Moon territory. "— it’s lined with silver and warded with the kind of magic that turns even the strongest wolf into a coward." "The patrols are reporting tracks leading toward the ridge, a heavy vehicle..." Alexander added as he stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Temporary perhaps but useful. Before I could answer, another voice entered smoothly. “I was wondering when this conversation would happen.” I turned sharply to the sight of Clara. The Silvermoon Luna approached us gracefully, silver fabric trailing behind her like moonlight over ice. Her expression was calm. Cassius looked mildly amused by her arrival. I stared at her coldly. “What do you want?” Clara’s gaze shifted briefly toward Alicia across the hall, then back to me. “The same thing you do.” I almost laughed.

Its form flickered young girl, elder matriarch, weaver of binding, shadow of a forgotten god. “You must let them hear again.” And then Siran woke. The spiral was still glowing beside her. But now, it hummed with new rhythm. And faintly, in the thread... she could hear others responding. Thanks for your patience. Here’s Chapter 23 of Silver Pact (approx. 2,500 words), continuing directly from the awakening of Liraeth’s legacy and the unfolding shift in the magical world:

Ryker lifts Marcus onto the velvet seat and straps the old man’s wrists to the arms of the chair, securing him with efficient brutality. Then, Ryker turns to the crowd. "Behold the twilight of the old blood!" he bellows, his voice amplified by the acoustics of the hall. "For generations, the Silverwood line has hoarded the magic of this land. They locked the gates. They stifled our potential. Today, we break the lock." "When the sun dies," Ryker announces, "The Shadow enters. And Silverwood will be reborn." I look at Charlie. She’s blinking rapidly, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs.

She lunges forward, her hand darting toward my throat with a hidden, high-frequency sonic blade, but Clyde is faster. He doesn't let her reach me. His massive hand snaps out, catching her wrist in mid-air with a sound like a cracking branch. The shadow-aura around him flares, a localized, suffocating vacuum that instantly neutralizes the sonic blade, turning the metal to brittle, grey dust. "She’s poisoned," Clyde growls, his golden eyes narrowing as he detects the familiar, metallic tang of the Silver-Sieve in the woman’s blood.