Spencer The Silver Engine Novels & Stories

Red, silver, black, and red sparks flew through the trees. The thing hissed, "You... Moonbound... stupid!" "No one can mix love and power... choose or lose everything!" When I yelled, my Silver Heart was full of strength, love, and power. "I AM THE SILVER HEART!""AND I PICK BOTH!" The Silver Heart, the True End, and the ties I had made were all echoed in the pieces of the Eclipse Wraith as my heart beat. Sparks of hot energy hit shadows and made them twist wildly before they began to work together. The Wraith's attack started to weaken slowly.

The terrifying energy in the surroundings was also absorbed by the red dragon! Where the red dragon passed, its enormous energy that contained a suffocating and terrifying power seemed to shatter the space! Spencer’s face looked extremely ugly. The silver snake sword in his hand buzzed and hummed as if delighted to have met a strong enemy. Fennel’s attack was too powerful! Spencer had no confidence that he could counter it in one move. Suddenly, the silver snake brand in the middle of Spencer’s eyebrows became more radiant. With a roar, the silver snake sword in his hand burst with silver sparks. Then, Spencer slashed angrily at the red dragon that carried a terrifying power!

The first silver light of morning poured through the high, arched windows of Luna’s inner keep, slicing into the war chamber in long, ethereal beams. Dust motes drifted through that pale glow, drifting above cold stone walls etched with centuries of scars. The lingering scent of embers still clung to the air, mingled with the sharp tang of iron—a reminder that the forge and the battlefield were never far apart. Soldiers clustered in dim pools of light, their voices hoarse with fatigue, armor clinking softly as they shifted. Boots scraped against ancient tiles, echoing like whispered warnings.

Though, if he was honest, she hadn't knocked him over, but his wolf Silver. Jack checked in with Silver, who seemed to be fit, but the image he received was of the wolf with his paws over his eyes. It wasn't often he caught an apologetic stance from Silver. The car had just caught his back leg as he was belting across the road, and in mid-air, he had changed back into a man. "Sorry, Jack, I wasn't thinking about traffic. We never had this problem with horse and carts." Silver had never been happy with the internal combustion engine. He was old school.

Andrius asked inside his mind. “I’ll be a solo,” he said which makes Spencer frown. “What the? Are you kidding me?” Andrius shook his head. Spencer wiped his face using his palms. "Dude, I think you made a wrong choice—” “I’m not.” Andrius looked at him, as he was taller than the Spencer guy, and the latter lift his head to meet his gaze. Spencer chuckled. “Come on, dude. The head, Mr. Silver, won’t agree with this.”

She brought her right hand upward, her silver tipped claws opening wide, and drove her palm directly into the steel grate of the catwalk beneath her boots. She didn't force her energy into the machine. She forced it into the mountain. The silver quicksilver poured through the iron floor plates, heading straight down into the bubbling black lava pool below the engine. The volcanic vent didn't explode; it froze. A single wave of pure, crystalline silver frost began to spread from the base of the catwalk across the surface of the churning magma, turning the boiling black rock into a solid sheet of sapphire-blue ice in a single, silent second.

The ceramic white armor liquefied, eating the synthetic frames from the inside out. They collapsed into piles of smoking, caustic slush, the blue hydraulic fluid vaporizing into a thick, stinging mist that obscured the Argus cameras once more. 3—2—1. I forced the count into my marrow. My heart was hammering at a pace that threatened to liquify my valves, but Damian’s hand was clamped over my pulse point at the base of my throat. Every time the Silver Spark jumped between us, a jagged violet arc snapping against his skin, my internal rhythm jerked downward. He wasn't just holding me. He was anchoring the Sovereign engine before it could incinerate my nervous system.