Spencer The Silver Engine Novels & Stories

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

She sighed as she came to an end, "Our blood is special Hannah but one thing that Jaxon seemed to have misunderstood was that it can't be transferred to another person, you can't make silver bloods." "You can't make silver bloods in the lab, they are born, he is only hurting himself and in time it would show." She placed her head back on the bed and sighed, breathing in softly. I knew she had exhausted her energy and it was time for me to let her rest. I got up from the bed and placed the trays of food beside her closely. "Please, eat more than three bites," I begged as she only gazed at me and laughed before nodding her head, "I'll try."

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

"No need shifting. Just enter now. Don't worry; nothing bad will happen to you." I nodded, and then I quickly followed her words. Soon as I stepped into the barrier, a silver smoke shrouded me, giving me a pleasant feeling. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, and soon as I opened it, the reflection of myself reflected in the silver surface of the barrier. My hair changed color to a silver color; my eyes gained a silver color. My skin has become paler, but it has also been made translucent by my silver eyes. "Wow!" Rana's mouth dropped open as if she was surprised herself with all this beauty.

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

She was trying on some spell. I leaned forward, "What's she doing?" I asked in a whisper. "Um, she's trying a spell. Our mates wouldn't be able to find us for a few hours." Silver replied. The car was running at full speed. "Wow! This thing is really cool." I smiled, leaning back. I wiggled my fingers and looked down at them. 'I wish! I could do it, too.' "Your phone is switched off, right?" Silver asked. Elizabeth was still busy reading and wiggling her fingers.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

His finger flicked out, meeting the spike with a casual ease. The sound of metal shattering rang out. The spike, made of some unknown black metal, was effortlessly broken by Alexander's finger. It spun in the air before hurtling back, piercing Silver Fire's chest with unerring precision. Straight through the heart. Silver Fire was dead before he hit the ground.

corridor narrowed. Sloped downward. Then broke open into a cavern carved from the mountain's heart. Saeris stopped walking. At the chamber's heart stood a ring of silver. As massive as stone slabs, shaped like a gateway, or a door to nowhere. It looked less built than unearthed, as if the mountain had been split open to reveal it. Three shallow steps led up to the base. Gold runes were etched around the frame—on each slab of silver stone. The air tasted different here. Metallic. Electric. Like standing too close to lightning about to strike. Saeris had seen silver before. Weapons. Trinkets. Chains. Never like this. Never gathered in such impossible quantities. “What’s—” “This place?” Sa

Kaelen drifted in darkness. Not the quiet, restful dark of sleep, but the suffocating kind—the kind that pressed on his chest and filled his lungs with smoke. Whispers coiled around him. Voices too many to count, speaking in tongues both familiar and foreign. He caught fragments like shards of glass: “He is the spark…” “…as it was before…” “…burn or bind…” He tried to reach for Elira, but her hand was gone. He was alone.