To Snap A Silver Stem Novels & Stories

Maybe they could help each other. Arkyn walked slowly into his office soil dripping out of his hands as he carefully placed the plant onto the desk. Bo was already there with the other three items in hand. He had a glass jar with him that had some water in it. Arkyn stepped away from the plant slowly like it was going to explode at any moment. “What's the plan?” Arkyn asked Bo his eyebrow slightly raised at him as he tried to figure out exactly what Bo might need. “I need the silver chains you're going to use on her.” Bo said quietly as he plucked several leaves from the white sage plant.

He’d brought his hard c*ck out, pushing his briefs down until they sat under his balls. “I can’t hold on anymore. I need to f*ck you.” He had a hand gripped around the turgid stem, his thumb slicking across the wet tip. His eyes were on my fingers, watching them as I worked them against my cl*t. Silver laughed, removed my hand, and positioned his body right between my legs. “Impatient, are we, my love?” “Yes,” I groaned. “Need to c*m.” “Then c*m you shall,” Silver said as he stroked his thick c*ck, holding a red pack in his other hand.

My gold-ringed eyes watched the two shadows moving through the silver lilies below, one a heavy, graphite blur and the other a flickering, amethyst spark. "They are ready for the ravine, Elara," Killian said, his voice a low, physical vibration of pride. He stood beside me, his slate grey fur now almost entirely silver, his hands resting on the obsidian railing with a tectonic weight. "Suna says the Silver Root is blooming in the dark. It is the only medicine that can ground the new pups this winter."

Nick stated, and she complied immediately, standing up from the sofa. Instinctively, she carried the medicine bag which was on the table, and followed him to the passageway, unaware of a tender plant, incased in one of the many vases in the room, which had immediately sprouted out sharply from its seed as she had passed it. ** "This herb is used for reducing the effects of the silver on our species…."

It felt like a lifetime ago, but out here in the frozen dirt, that knowledge became currency. I taught Edith how to properly dry bitter nightshade to draw out infections, and showed little Rayna how to press winter-fern into a paste that could soothe raw skin in minutes. It was a crisp, clear morning when we ventured further out than usual, searching for a rare, ancient herb called silver-root that only grew in the deep crevices of the volcanic rock. The sun was a pale, heatless coin in the sky, but wrapped in the heavy grey winter coat Chief Rod had left for me, I barely felt the chill.

“Do you have silver?” He pulls some out of a bag at his feet, holding it out to me. “Give it a try.” I make a fist, knowing this is going to hurt, but then, the wolfsbane should have too. I reach out and gingerly touch the silver. There is a zing, causing Cyran to growl in my head. ‘Stay with me buddy, let’s see if this works.’ I grab hold of the silver shackles, holding them in both hands. It’s uncomfortable, but it’s not burning my skin like it should be.

Tears ran down my face. "We have to get her out of there!" Lillian yelled. Silver got closer to me, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he raised his claws in the air. I knew if that claw was to touch me it would deliver a fatal wound and he would never be able to live with himself. So before he could strike down I bit harshly into my hand drawing enough blood. I quickly put my bloody palm in his nose allowing him to sniff my blood. I could see him visibly tense up as he got a sniff of my blood.

he gasped. She was suddenly there, her hand gripping his wrist. The bond between them flared, sharp and searing. Kaelen felt her magic thread into his, cool and steady like moonlight against fire. Together, they forced the blaze inward, pulling it back before it swallowed friend and foe alike. When the flames receded, Kaelen collapsed to his knees, smoke curling from his skin. His breaths came ragged, his vision blurred. Around him, the battle raged on. Serenya moved with terrifying grace, her staff sweeping arcs of silver light that seared through vampire flesh. The hunters loosed arrow after arrow, pinning the creatures before they could reach the camp’s heart.

Kieran takes in my distraction to sneak around, holding a syringe in his hand as the women back away from the scene. “You won’t get away Silver!” He stabs into my rear but all we hear is a loud clink from the ice that coats over the targeted area, snapping the needle in two. I smirk inwardly and give him a kick to the wall. ‘Hurry! It’s our chance to leave!’

The weeks after the solstice passed quietly, the way winter passes when it knows it will not last. The silver flower grew taller, its stem thickening, its petals spreading until they were the size of Clara's palm. The pale gold and soft lavender of its bloom shifted with the light—darker in the morning, brighter at noon, almost white in the evening glow. The watcher's attention, once diffuse, now seemed to focus through the silver flower the way light focuses through a lens.