Warna Biru Silver Novels & Stories

he said softly. His words made me happier than I expected. I didn’t know what to say back, so I just nodded. *** The next day, Axel came in with news from the healer. He didn’t bother sitting. “Lysa ran more tests on your blood,” he said. His eyes met mine. “And she found something strange. There was a trace of a third color, like a shadow pigment. She called it silvered.” I frowned. “Silvered? What does that mean?”

he snarled. “Looks like we have company. Sorry, but this is where our chat stops.” Like it was never there, his face went back to normal, and he waved at me as he left. After that, I blacked out, but not before I felt someone approaching. Silver. The color of the moon wolves honored and the color of the metal that was their nemesis. I saw two different silvers, the same in color but different in aura, fighting and intertwining before my eyes.

Susan was sitting on the sofa with Demyan in her lap, while Carla stood in front of the full-length mirror, wearing what had already become her favorite choice. The dress was blue — not an ordinary blue, but a deep and intense shade, the color of the sky before a storm, with silver reflections that caught the fireplace light as though the fabric were made of stars. Blue belonged to the Ruriks, the house that had welcomed her; silver belonged to the Demidovs, Ulyana and Boris's bloodline. Across it, silver threads and dark crystals formed patterns that looked like intertwined crowns, symbolizing the union of the two clans.

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

“That's true. Our original color was brown. Dark brown. But when I looked down at my paws… it was… it was..." “Silver,” Rain finished for me, her voice humming with pride. “We are silver now. The color of the moon’s blessing. It isn’t just an aesthetic change; it’s a mark. An upgrade, as you’d call it. A rebirth after bathing in the Goddess’s spring.” I stared down at my hands, imagining the fur that would ripple down them if I shifted again. “Silver…”

Iris wiped my come with her panties, and now she went commando. “I bet it is,” Gael muttered. Jesus! We’re busted! “Never heard of clear urine,” Dr. Hull chortled, clearly everyone knew, and now they were teasing us. “Clear as amber? Red or pink, or orange? It could be like cola or blue, green.” “There’s blue urine?” I asked and thought the old doctor was messing with us. “Yes. From food dyes and medical conditions like benign Hypercalcemia. Green is when you have Pseudomonas.”

“She is not my girlfriend. She is actually the wife of my rival, and we happen to have, well……identical goals.” “If you say so.” Silver grinned, his sharp fangs displaying themselves shamelessly. “So, the name Silver, where did you get it?” I asked, deliberately trying to steer his mind out of the conversation. It was not a particularly intimidating name for a thousand-year-old werewolf. “Ohhh, it's from a silver bullet, the bane of werewolves.” Silver! Silver was one element that werewolves loved and cherished. However, it was effortlessly the death of many werewolves. A single shot of a silver bullet could bring down a weak adult werewolf, and so it was highly regarded as a forbidden objec

So I wasn’t expecting anything grand while I was checking these items, and was stunned out of my seat when I held a thick silver bracelet. It’s light was brighter than I had anticipated, nearly blinding my mind's eyes the second I touched it. It was a deep violet color with swirls of spinning silver and blue. Almost as if I was staring at the night sky at sunset. It took my breath away and I immediately demanded to know who the owner of this bracelet was. But rules had to be followed in this instance and I was left in the dark.

At the center stood the Silver Cell. The cell was a large, ominous structure made entirely of silver, its bars gleaming dully in the dim light. The ground inside was bare, the air heavy with the scent of old blood and sweat. The silver was designed to weaken the most powerful wolves, to sap their strength and leave them vulnerable. There was no escape from it.

he said, and I frowned at him. "So why does he want you dead?" Theodore asked. "Because of AgK32," he said, and I frowned at him. "Silver serum. While trying to replicate our genes, I made a serum that makes normal werewolves resistant to silver for a short period. It was meant to have a lasting effect, but it doesn't. See it more like a temporary preventive measure. The side effects are not so harmful. A rash and fever after twenty-four hours of usage.