Enthralled By Silver の小説・ストーリー

Hum At this time, a fluctuation attracted attention of of Zephyr Khan. It was a book. On the scroll, streaks of silver god ray kept spreading out from it. It seemed that it could contain heaven and earth. The silver light was so bright that it could even make people feel relaxed. Not only that, but also in the light above, people could not help but be intoxicated. "Silver... Silver... could it be?!" Looking at the simple and mysterious silver light emitted from the book, Zephyr Khan's face suddenly changed violently and he couldn't help but cry out involuntarily.

Silver said excitedly as he pranced around his subconscious. Let's run free in the forest. He said again. Silver behaves. Drew cautioned. There's a pack hunting. We have to be careful. We can easily defeat them. Silver argued. Let's run, I want to feel the winds on my fur. Silver now's not the time. Drew said finally.

Using Hala's compact, I glance at my silver necklace, observing the nice shine it has when deflecting light into my eyes as glistening reflections. Mr. Hoyt really has nice silver, and I should find a job so I can go and buy some more silver. He's a good business I want to support. Plus, when it comes to spending money, I've grown up hearing many times that silver, as well as other metals, are very good investments. Especially when it comes to the type of jewelry you purchase. It's got something to do with how the jewelry piece that lasts a great deal of time is treasured, while more delicate and somewhat shattered pieces aren't really interesting for the market to look at.

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.

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

silver said trying so hard not to think negative. . . .

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Beside her, Elias was a silhouette of jagged obsidian, his wings tucked tight against the shimmering pressure of the room. ​"The Council wanted to mine this to power their machines," Elias whispered, his voice echoing with a metallic resonance. "But they don't understand the chemistry. This silver isn't a fuel, Rhea. It’s a mirror. It amplifies whatever intent is poured into it. If they try to take it by force, it will shatter the continent."

"You're saying... I'm the only one who can find this thing? Because of some... 'fated' nonsense?" "It's not nonsense," Cillian whispered, his gaze dropping to her lips. "I smelled you before I saw you. My wolf knew you before my mind did. You are the only person on this earth who can touch the Silver Moonstone without being incinerated by its power. And Julian knows it." A low, distant howl echoed from the streets below—a sound of a city beginning to scream.