Warna Biru Silver Novels & Stories

"Mom has this too,they call it pro something, though not sure" "Pro what?What the hell is wrong with me?I don't want magic please hope I don't want this,no it's definitely not that I think I'm suffering from a rare cancer"Si jie rant,hope scoff. " Named what?"A small smile grease hope lips,Si jie calm down a little racking her brain to think of a name. "Something blue, blueish cancer I assume, no blueterrisg cancer" " There's nothing like that"

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

“It is. But we need rest. And if the prophecy’s correct, Silverlight might hold something we can use.” Aria sighed. “Then let’s move.” --- Silverlight Sanctuary The village of Silverlight sat in a shallow valley surrounded by shimmering trees—birches with silver-white bark and leaves that sparkled as though dusted with frost. The people here didn’t bow or offer deference when the group arrived; instead, they watched with quiet curiosity, their expressions wary but not hostile. “We don’t get many travelers this deep into Silverlight,” an older woman said as she stepped forward. Her eyes were pale violet, and her hair fell like moonlight down her back.

The deep blue fabric complements my blue hair beautifully, making it glow rather than clash. My hair is tied into an elegant bun, soft curls left loose to frame my face. My makeup is glamorous and sharp, holographic blue eyeliner catching the light every time I blink, with a soft silver smokey eyeshadow. A silver necklace rests on my neck, delicate but striking, silver tear-drop earrings with an embedded sapphire stone, a matching bracelet on my wrist and silver strapped high heels that elongate my legs. Sydeny even added a subtle body shimmer, and my skin glows like it is kissed by moonlight.

This concealment did not mean invisibility. Blue Silver Grass is everywhere. It simply goes unnoticed and her martial soul, Blue Silver Empress, can take this aspect of the blue silver grass and use it actively. This causes her already low spiritual fluctuations to turn nonexistent— unable to sense and hence, concealed. This was also the reason why Ah Yin could never sense the core itself.

Over time, strands of silver had interwoven themselves among the vibrant strands, creating a striking contrast that spoke of the wisdom accumulated throughout her years. Her tail, a magnificent extension of her being, boasted scales of cobalt blue that retained their vibrancy, reflecting the enduring strength within her. Yet, upon closer inspection, they discovered that her tail bore a delicate adornment. Scattered amongst the azure scales were speckles of silver, like stardust scattered across a midnight sky. These silver speckles, reminiscent of the trials and tribulations she had weathered, served as a testament to her resilience and the wealth of knowledge she possessed.

I turned the word over in my mind. “A what?” I’d never heard of that word before. “A Silvery,” she repeated. “It’s a special silver weapon made by witches. They designed it to deal specifically with shifters. It’s full of dark magic and witchcraft.” “Witches?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Yes,” Dagny nodded. “It’s not a common weapon, but it’s highly effective. Witches use SIlverys themselves to defend against shifters, like werewolves. But they’ll sell Silverys, too, for the right price.”

"The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms." Sarn laughed and spoke next. "Nothing personal, but besides a little shine, you have no color. What makes you think silver is the mightiest?" How did I answer that? "It just is," I replied stubbornly. I don't think my uncle ever explained why we were mighty; I just accepted it because he said it was so. Laryn leapt into the sky shifting to his blue dragon. "You are not prettier than this. Blue is the color of the sky and ocean. Blue is the color that should be bowed to."

“I LOVE YOU CC!” they shouted, hugging each other as they laughed. Cassidy had dyed Calypso’s hair blue – a blue that was a replica of her best friend’s eye colour. She knew it was Calypso’s favourite colour, and apparently Calypso had the same idea. She dyed Cassidy’s hair silver. While silver is a sensitive element for werewolves, it’s Cassidy’s favourite colour as well, and Calypso had gotten it right.

I stepped back and looked suspiciously at him. "Why? Nothing much, it was big and scary and it had weird coloured eyes." "Which were?" He pressed on. "Blue and gray-like streaks as irises." Then he burst out laughing. But it was anything but a humor inspired laugh. This was just plain wicked. But its kind of hard to take it serious with those dimples waving at you. Be serious. Right. "Its actually silver but you're close." Silver? "What do you mean by that?" I was now up against the wall.