To Snap A Silver Stem Novels & Stories

A grimace of pain on his face. I can’t heal this, why can’t I heal this? I swallowed hard, “We just have to get you to Indie, and you’ll be fine, okay?” I try to remember what Zayne said about the wolfsbane, he’ll be fine as long as we get it out right? Silver is the lethal one, wolfsbane is a plant that turns us mortal. He nods. “You should go, get help” My eyes widen “I can’t leave you here”

he rumbled, his hands still resting on me, holding me in place, the recollection of him fucking my body still rage through my veins, making the pain fouler, fouler. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the Silverbloom bottle, holding it high, the silver petals glinting in the sunlight. The crowd exploded, cheers and shouts filling the air, some yelling, “We’re saved!” their voices raw with hope, pulling me back to the mission, away from Ella’s shadow.

Perhaps they see the value in her, even if for the wrong reasons. But just as I begin to believe that Cynamon and Zeva are on the brink of victory, a chilling turn of events unfolds. Two of the soldiers, with a calculated movement, throw something metallic and shimmering through the air. It glints in the sunlight… a net, woven with strands of silver.

Those impossible silver flames licking beneath my skin. I hated that he’d noticed. Worse—I hated that he hadn’t looked away first. A chime sounded. The Alpha Council stepped onto the raised dais. Every conversation died instantly. Elder Myrien approached the podium with a tablet in one hand and a weathered scroll in the other—the scroll drawing whispers from older wolves. No one touched those unless it was serious. “Tonight,” Myrien said, voice amplified through hidden speakers, “we reopen the Prophecy of the Silver Veil.”

He pressed his hands against the frost and felt them hold his weight and pushed himself to one knee. Dmitri's hand on his shoulder. "Roman. The silver is still in you." He got his other foot under him. "Roman." Dmitri's voice carrying something that was not quite alarm and not quite calm and was the specific frequency of a man who understood what he was watching and was choosing his next words with enormous care. "You need Chen. The silver at this concentration, if you shift right now with this much of it in your bloodstream, the shift will accelerate it through your system and you will not be able to stop what happens after that."

Vivian pov The dew had already soaked through the knees of my trousers, but I couldn’t stop digging. The Silver-Spur root only opened its pale, star-shaped blossoms during the three hours before midnight, and if I didn't harvest five intact bulbs before the moon crossed the western ridge, the apothecary’s shelves would sit empty by dawn. My knuckles scraped against a subterranean rock, sending a sharp, stinging jolt straight up my forearm. I bit back a curse, wiping sweat off my brow with the back of a mud-stained sleeve.

The guards followed behind us, but kept a safe distance. I caught sight of a plant that has very big leaves with sharp edges. “What about the leaves on that plant…? What is it called?” Rowan's eyes followed the direction of my hand. “That silverthorn leaves,” he answered. “They are very effective for sprained or swollen joints.” “Sprained joint?” “Yes. Once you've ground it to a thick paste, mix it with water and apply it to the swollen joints. The swelling will go down, and the joint should heal within thirty-two hours.”

he rumbled, hands still on me, steadying, the rush of him taking my body still pulsing in my veins, twisting the hurt sharper, deeper. I dug into my pocket, yanking out the vial with the Silverbloom, holding it up high, the silver petals catching the sun. The crowd went wild, roars and shouts exploding, some calling out, “We’re saved!” their voices thick with relief, yanking me back to the task, away from Lucy’s shadow.

Let alone the silver from the coin would burn on contact. Clematis, traveler’s joy or virgin’s bower, I knew from my volunteer work at the hospital. It was used for helping wolves when they were stuck, unable to shift. It was used in a dose that was small that it needed to be extracted with a needle, rather than an eyedropper. If this coin was filled with it, I might end up shifting now. My body could tear itself apart.

Rose brings out another bouquet with mostly white carnations and blue hydrangeas. “Wow, just those two flowers alone are beautiful,” says Keila. “I agree. It’s perfect,” I say. “For the tables I have arrangements in blue vases with either white roses or white carnations and then silver vases with blue hydrangeas.” She brings out an example of each. The blue vases have a silver ribbon tied on them and the silver vases have a blue ribbon tied to them. “It’s perfect. I wouldn’t want to change anything,” I reply.