Through Silver In Blood Novels & Stories

I almost ignored him, I almost walked out, then he spoke again. “I already gave her the blood absorber.” My body went still, and I turned slowly. “What did you say?” “I've given her the blood absorber,” he repeated. My heart slammed against my ribs“Don’t tell me,” I whispered, dread creeping in, “that you made it with silver.” He shrugged. “What else would I use? Gold?” The room spun. “Moon,” I breathed. “You idiot.” I rushed toward him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Silver can be tested. It can be detected. They’ll know what it is.”

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

“I don’t think it works here easily. I haven’t gone far, I don’t think, from my last location. The world’s spinning. I don’t--” “There!” Claire called and hurried forward. I stumbled at the pace Francium set for us. I heard people coming from behind us and on either side. Francium let me go, pushing me towards a tree and turned. Someone snarled. He fired a shot and the scent of burning blood filled the air again. I almost felt the heat drifting towards me. “Silver,” I said into the receiver. “Silver works on vampires too.” “You’ve been hit with silver?” Armageddon asked. “How long ago? Where? How bad is the wound?”

he shrill screams of thousands of immortal voice boxes tore through the night at Avalon Castle. The rain of pure silver shards from the barrels of the Black-Zero Division's electromagnetic guns didn't leave a single blind spot in the grounds of the giant hall. Vampire nobles who were accustomed to sipping mortal blood from golden chalices, now crawled through the rubble with their bodies sizzling on fire. Pure silver is a natural anomaly for their stem cells. When a small piece of silver chain penetrated their chest, the wound could not be closed, but spread like rotting lava that eroded their internal organs to charcoal.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

,he continued,his voice hardening. “But remember Salvatore,that a broken promise is a declaration of war. I can make this scandal return as quickly and brutally as I made it disappear.Honor this deal,and let’s prosper together as a family.” The veiled threat hung heavy in the air. “You do not need to threaten me,Don Silver. I will keep to my side of the deal.You just need to make sure your grandson doesn’t pose any problems for my daughter and this union.” “Very well then,soon to be in-law I’ll be on my way now.”,he closed the door behind him and left.

“What caused the bleeding?” I hesitate. My fingers twist in the blanket. I know I can’t lie. Not now. Not with her looking at me like she already knows I’m hiding something. "I was made to drink silver to prove that I am a pure hunter." The room goes completely still. I don’t look at Jake. I look at the doctor, who freezes mid-motion, her brows snapping together. "Say that again," she says, voice low. "Silver. I was made to drink it. Because I have wolf blood in me. Essence of Magnus and Melissa blood in me."

He just kept on laughing as he watched my blood flow down and after getting satisfied, he walked out of the cell while bragging. Now, as I laid silently on the hard floor I tried and ignored the fresh blood that was trickling down my wrists that were cuffed in silver shackles. If it was anything other then silver I would be ok but open wound exposure to silver causes werewolves extreme pain and weakens us. Unlucky for me, Steven’s favourite metal was silver. Not only did silver give us physical pain, but it also made scars if it was exposed to our raw flesh.

It was a binding act, a forced sacrifice, the first lock on the chain being placed. Then he moved to Silvia, and she did the same. The man-on-the-throne, the high priest of this dark ceremony, walked the dagger from Father to Silvia. She, too, took the knife with that unnerving, puppet-like grace and drew her own blood across the same blade. My internal agony was immense, but I held my pose, praying that Aliya and Alina had done their work, that the blood sacrifice would not seal their fate, but instead be the signal for our combined counter-strike.