Through Silver In Blood Novels & Stories

Samantha “I wonder what you must think of Silverclaw, 12 of you were unable to convince me of your loyalty to my family, to Newblood.” My sharp gaze flickered over them all and I could feel the silver in my eyes flashing. Another thing that every Silverclaw member inherited with my blood alteration. The silver in our eyes makes its presence known to us, as well as everyone witnessing it. I could smell the terror on all of them, it practically engulfed the entire cabin.

Do it," I said, stepping toward the silver plate on the central altar. Kael looked at me, his eyes pleading. Don't. I reached out, my hand steady. I didn't need a knife; the wound from the night before hadn't fully closed. I squeezed my palm, letting a single, fat drop of my glowing, lavender-red blood fall onto the polished silver surface. The hall held its breath. The blood hit the silver. For a second, it stayed red. Then, a hiss of steam rose. The silver didn't turn black.

Their Silver leaning unnervingly close to a man who was holding her hand. The blood drained from their faces. Just then, Silver pulled away. They watched her utter a few hurried words and bolt out the door, with the man following close behind into the dark streets. They trailed them silently from the shadows, waiting to see what was unfolding. Their feet came to a sudden halt as the scene before them shifted into pure chaos. Silver and the soon to be dead bastard were in s brawl. What the fuck?

“I won’t make it. I can’t believe it… I’m going to die, and I haven’t even found my mate yet.” “Don’t say stupid things. You are not dying,” I snapped, fury bleeding into my voice because he was still talking, still wasting breath while more blood seeped out of him with every word. Silver was every wolf’s worst nightmare. And silver to the chest was a signed death warrant. The metal was blocking his healing, turning his blood black. Before anything else, I had to get it out of him. Now. I extended my claws and, without hesitation, drove two of them into the entry wound.

"Someone help her!" The silver-tainted blood stained my fingers, burning slightly with its unnatural shimmer. Each droplet felt like molten silver against my skin, a physical manifestation of my guilt. This was my doing – my silver attack five years ago had poisoned her heart, and now she was drowning in her own blood.

~Emily~ She had just finished eating the beef stew and cornbread her brothers had brought her. She was still mostly in shock about what she’d found out earlier. The men that shot her used silver. They knew. Silver wasn’t as potent to them as the movies and books would make you think. However it was very dangerous. Just like the limestone in the dungeon, it prevented them from healing. It stayed in their blood stream and wound poison them eventually if they didn’t get a antidote quickly.

Draven crashed back into the room before anyone could react. The Blood Moon’s pull had grown stronger, twisting his instincts beyond anything Liora had seen before. His eyes were fully crimson when he landed on all fours, muscles trembling with aggression. The moment he caught Silver’s scent again, he growled so deeply the walls rattled. Liora immediately stepped in front of Silver. Her grip on the charm tightened. The protective energy flared around her, thin and unstable from the last attempt to restrain him.

“No ma’am, but the picture you’ve painted so far. Severely infected wounds with no immune system to fight it off with. I’ve gone septic haven’t I?” “Yes, the infection has made its way into your blood but my concern in addition to the septicemia is the silver. That’s why I need to do another read. The way the silver feels is confusing, it doesn’t make any sense to me. I can feel the burn on your leg, your left thigh specifically. It’s not visible because the shorts you’re wearing come down to your knees but it’s a large source of the pain you’re in as well as the main source of infection. I felt a lot of silver there which tells me that it’s a burn coming from silver, for it to be deeply inf

she asks ready to do whatever it takes to save her mate. “It was as I thought. A silver wolf has the ability to draw silver out of the blood stream of a poisoned wolf,” I share with her. “How is that possible?” the Pack doctor asks. I look at him and I see him take a step back, “Had you kept up your studies you would know it is like an aura that draws silver towards it and neutralizes it in the blood stream,” I say condescendingly.

The air vibrated with power so ancient it felt older than the world itself. And then, he saw them. Figures cloaked in silver light, their faces indistinct, their eyes burning with knowledge and sorrow. Voices overlapped, weaving into a chant that was both prayer and curse. He couldn’t make out the words at first, only fragments, whispers slipping into his bones. “Blood of fire… born of betrayal…” “The Sundering… a wound unhealed…” Kaelen staggered forward, desperate to understand. “What do you mean? Who am I?!”