Through Silver In Blood Novels & Stories

A sharp, metallic taste fills my mouth, and when I pull back slightly, my eyes widen at the sight of dark red streaking the white porcelain. Blood. Fuck. So, the silver did affect me. But how? It only works on wolves, and I am definitely not one. I grip the edge of the sink, my breath coming out uneven. The taste of metal lingers on my tongue, sharp and bitter. My chest feels like it’s on fire, every breath is a reminder that something isn’t right. I glance down. Blood stains the porcelain, bright and stark against the white. My fingers tremble as I turn on the faucet, watching the water swirl red before it fades down the drain.

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.

I replied, the news of what happened in the silver waves pack was very vague, they were a big pack and they kept to themselves, handling most of their businesses alone, so getting news of what happened to his mate was a shock to a lot of the neighboring packs, as most of them did not know the luna was human, to begin with. "Well apparently, the Corrigens were the first ones to face those bastards, the thing is they were all killed, thinking it was an outside attack from rogues, and it had something of truth to it, from what I gathered from my connections, the leader of this group is taking in rogues as members and binding them with a blood packet" "Blood packets? he is binding the packet to

-Look at you- the mother snorted -Maybe your new partner to whom you spread your legs knocked you out- She turned her head. -I just went out to get some air, don't put him in this- Silver raised his head after taking a deep breath that made her feel slightly better -And I warn you that at least he is aware of my health not as true person who only gave me medicines that would kill me shortly- -And what does that matter- his mother's words hit Silver so hard that the little color he had in his face disappeared -I just needed you to be alive a year after the marriage to take the other part of the money they owed me-

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

"For every family, only one member can be a silver werewolf, and the rest are ordinary. And if two or more than that exist, the last born in the family will die. And they saved you, Gwen. Your sister agreed to surrender her blood to the enemy with a promise to go far away, so she can never cure anyone and never let blood trickle down because if you did, it would haunt your sister. A promise is a promise."

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

Over the next few days, I cleared out some worthless old belongings—keepsakes that had been full of memories in my past life. Looking at them now, they were nothing but cheap garbage. I packed them all up and threw them straight into the trash can. In the afternoon, as I continued packing my bags, Alexander blocked my path. He clutched a few iron coins in his hand and spoke in a stiff voice. “This is the money I am paying you back on Lilith's behalf.”

Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them. Silver flames had been kindled. And they would not fade quietly.