What Is Silver The Hedgehog's Power Novels & Stories

I shook my head at my mate, confused as to why his body wasn't doing the same. "Why aren't you healing?" I asked, and Theonardo sighed, licking his lips, looking ashamed. "Silver." I was unaware that witches knew of our weakness to silver, the fact a pretty big secret among the wolf community, and it pained me that Azazra and her minions had figured it out. It meant they had yet another advantage over us, the silver making it almost impossible to shift. "Theonardo, I'm scared," I whispered, a few tears leaking from my eyes, and I blinked them away as best as I could, not wanting my mate to see.

There was no trace of the silver that had tortured me, just plain metal. Then, the realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. It wasn't the hut itself, but the material. The pure silver bars. The massive concentration of silver in the lab and in my bonds must have been suppressing something. The hut must have had some sort of magic suppression, a side effect of the silver, or perhaps it was intentional on Dante's part to control his "specimens" without them being able to use their powers. That explained why I had felt so weak, why my wolf was asleep, and why I hadn't been able to feel Alessandro.

This time he grabbed me by my hair and dropped me to the ground. I cried out in pain as he kicked me in the side. I tried to get up but I was too weak. I looked over to Sylvia and David as they could barely stand. Silver, if it penetrated a werewolf’s body it’s very deadly. Outside the body, silver can weaken a werewolf greatly. That’s why Tony and Sylvia are hardly able to move. I mustered up all the strength I could get and tried to crawl over to them.

They practice with non-silver knives in order to not cause too much damage, but they’re all well aware that a real enemy would almost definitely be using silver weapons. Silver is a werewolves one true weakness. When it contacts the skin, it causes burns and leaves scars. When stabbed with a silver knife, a werewolf’s advanced healing is unable to mend the wound the way it normally would, posing a greater risk. When silver enters the bloodstream, it acts as a poison, burning the body from the inside out. The substance is legally only allowed to be owned by the government, but that doesn’t stop some from illegally making weapons out of it themself.

She said holding Arthur’s gaze. He just stared at her without saying anything. She rolled her eyes and continued. “I am fine with Ronan.” Matt looked over to Arthur as he tensed up but remained quiet. Silver shifted, her voice finally breaking through the thick air. “We cannot just fight him like he’s another wolf, he has witch power, dark maigc. He’ll use anyone, anything, to get what he wants. If we’re not careful, more people will get hurt because of me.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, as she looked between Arthur and Matt.

The mate bond pulsed weakly in my chest, the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. "The silver," I whispered. "It was spreading so fast. I've never seen it move like that, not even in humans. Not in an Alpha." Hunter and Alexei exchanged glances. "The blade was treated," Alexei said, his voice grim. "Weaponized silver. Designed to maximize damage." A cold weight settled in my stomach. Normal silver was dangerous to werewolves, but our bodies could eventually process it, especially Alphas with their stronger healing. Weaponized silver was something else entirely—designed to spread rapidly, to resist our natural defenses.

And they could easily ignore those types of cuts during a fight. But a silver blade changed all of that. With silver the wolf would feel an instant burn when cut. That alone was enough to cause bewilderment, and it was a good distraction during a fight. But the silver also did additional damage. It restricted the wolf's ability to heal that wound and the wound would heal a lot slower than one inflicted with normal metal. Lastly, the silver actually drained the wolf's stamina, but that was less widely known. It was also an unseen effect, but it could have great consequences in a drawn-out battle.

Without speaking, Alexander tightens his grip on both of us and closes his eyes in concentration. The effect is immediate and astonishing. Silver light erupts from him, flowing through our joined hands like liquid moonlight. It rushes through me, warm and familiar, before surging toward Kieran. I gasp as I feel the power of Alexander's dual nature – both Alpha strength and healing ability – channeling through our connection. "The amulet!" Queen Sage calls out. "Use it now!" My free hand is already moving, fingers closing around the silver spiral that hangs warm and pulsing against my chest. The moment I grasp it, everything changes.

“My tears still haven’t dried, and I can still feel the noose around my neck as we walk through what’s more or less my only friend’s tomb, but by all means, go ahead and make me feel stupid on top of it.” He sighs, but he doesn’t sound annoyed anymore. He almost sounds guilty. “I’m sorry, Maya. You’re not stupid, and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. I think this says more about how detached I am from what’s normal outside the palace than anything.” I nod, even if he can’t see it in the dark. “Thanks. So, are you going to tell me what the big deal with silver is now?” “Right. Well, because of our quick-healing, ordinary weapons typically cause pretty minimal harm to werewolves. Only sil

"My Alpha has been waiting for you there." "How about the recent rogue my man brought here?" "We also sent him there." I followed him, and soon we arrived at a prison where Zurin was standing. "I heard he used silver claws while fighting you." And Zurin welcomed me with a statement. No smile or even worried expression on his face, as if silver claws meant nothing. Well, we actually trained using a silver weapon as well. Yet, we are never immune to silver. Just a minor cut from a silver weapon will take a longer time to heal compared to any cuts caused by other weapons. And it gets worse, combined with wolfsbane.