What Is Silver The Hedgehog's Power Novels & Stories

"But as far as I know, only the silver werewolf has that ability." My heartbeat increased as I heard those words, but for my goodness sake, I had to conceal it. I was about to utter my explications, but then he interrupted me by seizing the chance to speak. "You're different, Gwen. You know what? I am still naïve in you. How did you manage to pull that off? To heal someone and sense such an unfamiliar scent, considering the fact that only the silver werewolves can do such extraordinary things?" I was taken aback by his utterances, and I'm not confident about how I look now.

I'd planned everything. "Elva, what are you doing?" Ruya growled angrily. "Do you want to mate with this bastard?" "I'll do whatever it takes," I said to him, "but be willing to do anything I ask you to do soon." Ruya had told me about my ability to neutralize the powers of other werewolves as the Silver werewolf. The Silver King, back in his days, would emit steam of silver gas out of his body. Having the silver gas touch one's body, or worse still, inhale it, would neutralize both that person's innate werewolf abilities as well as the special ones.

It was as if I had some kind of shield around me. I fell to my knees and crawled over to my mate. He was already on his hands and knees, shuffling around the car. “Wolves,” he said. “How do you know?” “They used silver.” He didn’t sound injured, didn’t sound like he was in any kind of pain, his voice was calm and even, but it was edged around his mouth, and his breathing was ragged. “Take it out,” he said. “I can’t heal or shift while I have silver in me.”

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

The metal burned his skin where it touched. Silver had always been fabled to kill werewolves, but a bullet to the heart was the actual killer, as it was the only organ a werewolf could not regenerate. Over the years, folklore and belief had given the metal its own powers. Having the lowest melting point helped silver get absorbed into the skin and spread through a werewolf’s blood faster, making it harder for them to recuperate. Grayson turned his attention to Brianna’s captor, who held the knife at her neck.

I asked Silver, my voice hoarse beyond belief. “Look, guys, what matters most right now is making good use of this gift that Ann left us.” Silver did not want to talk about it. He opened his palm again, the blue glowing stone visible in the dark. At a closer look, it looked like a… “This is her mind.” Silver said, looking at our confused faces. “It's a special skill of a witch with a natural body. She can extract all her memories and pull them out before she dies.” …I was about to say my heart but Silver's words got to me first.

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.”

Rowan held my shaking hands, and the sparks that erupted between us calmed me down. “I’m here… don’t be afraid,” he murmured, peppering kisses along my neck. I nodded and continued reading the last paragraph. “However, using the magical powers has consequences. Selene didn’t want to make an all-powerful being with no weaknesses, as this might throw the balance of the world off. So, to every silver wolf she blessed, she gave them a weakness that would limit their power use. The silver wolf’s weakness depends on the magical powers they possess. Nothing’s set in stone, so the magical powers and weaknesses vary from generation to generation. A silver wolf would only know their magical power once

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.

I asked, a bit hesitant. But Silver's gaze turned almost sad as she shook her head, leaving me with a sense of disappointment. "According to what I just read in the earlier chapter…Silver Breeders can be differentiated into two kinds: telekinetic and telepathic." Silver explained the complex labyrinths of my existence. "A telekinetic is someone who can harness the power of the moon to do certain things like produce blue flames and move things with their mind, or certain spells that require a physical manifestation of their powers."