Novel & Cerita Spencer The Silver Engine

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

“Yeah.” Riven’s voice carried, angry and loud. “You swore the bomb would finish them! The ambush! Everything!” Mira’s voice stayed cool. “I gave locations. Plans. They’re stronger than you thought. Smarter.” Riven slammed his fist on the table. “I don’t care! The last Silverfang dies tonight. Bloodline ends. City’s mine.” Kael’s rage went cold. He signaled—go. Doors kicked in hard. The team stormed the cabin. The fight was brutal and short.

Something fundamental. Power exploded outward from my core. Silver light burst from my body like a detonation, so bright it turned night into day. The rogues yelped and scrambled backward, shielding their eyes. The light burned, even though I couldn't feel it, like standing at the center of a star. "What the hell?" the leader started. The light pulsed again, stronger this time, and I felt the curse weakening. Not breaking, not yet, but cracking. Like ice fracturing under pressure.

All I had were my senses and my eyes. Oh little silver moon, where the hell are you? I peered around with trained eyes, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. A sound comes from the shrubs by my left and I turn my head in that direction so fast I almost get a whiplash. The sounds of heavy footsteps follow and I immediately break into a sprint.

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

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.

I looked at Koran and Kaelen, "I need the finest Shadow-smiths from the Maw and the best Solar-engineers from the Spire, we have forty-eight hours to forge the Aethelgard." The construction was a fever dream of magic and industry, in the Great Hangar at the base of the Spire, the Shadow-smiths wove a hull of solid, pressurized darkness, material that could withstand the vacuum because it was, in itself, a piece of the night, inside, the Solar-engineers installed a core of Super-Critical Amber, a battery that would provide the constant, pushing heat needed to pierce the "Expanse." I stood at the center of the craft's bridge, my Platinum hands resting on the control sphere.

She looked like a ghost that had been caught in a fire. The silver twin said, "The logic is wrong the survival of June is tied to the heart of the Engineer if he falls her mind will collapse I must change the plan." Benson grunted, "Are you going to help us or just talk?" The silver twin did not answer with words. Instead she reached into her chest and pulled out a glowing silver wire. She wrapped it around Bensons waist. She tied the end to a section of the university wall that was still solid.