Lost Silver 소설 & 이야기

“No, no, no… I won’t… I won’t let that happen.” Slade howled with rage and pain inside me, trying to force the shift, fighting me for control, his fury tangled with despair. ‘We’re losing it. Losing everything. Save her. Get away from her before it’s too late.’ And that’s when I saw it. The Silver Abyss. It cut through the dark forest like a blade through flesh, mist curling upward, silver mist swirling with lethal beauty, the sheer cliffside falling away into a gaping void where moonlight shimmered faintly over its surface. Magic hung heavy here, old, ancient, dangerous.

Gold followed—but not fast enough. The room grew restless. Murmurs turned into shocked voices. In the final minute, Silver surged again. The numbers froze. Silver: 130,500 Gold: 128,300 Silver was leading. By over two thousand votes. For a moment, no one spoke. My mind went blank. My ears rang. I could only stare at the screen, unable to believe what I was seeing. I blinked my eyes to be sure they weren’t lying to me. Just seconds ago, I had been certain I lost.

As she opened it, she found not only silver ingots but also the evidence that connected the recent deaths. "Upon discovering the silver chest beneath the cave pond, Lila unearthed undeniable links between her father’s and Cole’s deaths—silver ingots bearing the seals of both the Nightshade and Bloodmoon packs. The pieces were falling into place, but the depth of the situation resonated ominously."

“Don’t worry about anything, baby. I’ve got everything figured out.” And I did. This was easy. I’d already greased the palms of every security guy following my Rhodium. Bought and paid for. Loyalty always came with a price tag—and I paid well. Rhodium was smaller than gold, the bars more compact, easier to move even with large quantities. I had no doubt this was going to pay off. Tenfold. Silver and I had planned this for days. The people moving the crates were already on standby. After a while, Kaylee broke the silence. “Are you sure we’re on the right path?”

My cry of anguish mixed with the stunned silence of those gathered around as they witnessed the unthinkable act unfold before them. Silver's body slumped to the ground, her life slipping away in a poignant sacrifice that left a profound sense of loss hanging heavy in the air. Shock and sorrow gripped my heart as I knelt beside my fallen friend, feeling the weight of Silver's sacrifice settle upon my shoulders. She lay there, her breaths shallow, eyes dimming yet radiating an odd sense of peace. Krimson was beside me, his expression a blend of sorrow and acceptance, silently acknowledging Silver's farewell.

57. "Julian, my arm," I gasped. The silver scar on my forearm didn't glow gold this time. It turned a deep, obsidian black—a "Negative Frequency" that seemed to suck the light out of the room. The "Gold" hadn't been destroyed in Lagos; it had been inverted. My phone buzzed on the console. It was an alert from the 410-view thread on my story. A new comment from a user named THE_ARCHITECT_0:

She studies me. "Am I actually getting out of here alive?" I ask her. Silver seems hesitant with her answer. "Well-" I cut her off. "Because you see, last week I was at my house with my family and I so happy. And I never saw any of this ever happening. One week. One! Silver, I have lost so much hope. So please, tell me the truth." I beg. Silver gathers the right words together. It takes her some time. Too much time. I already knew the answer.

Silver snapped, stepping back from him. Lorenzo scoffed. “Well, I want to see you try," he dared. "Well, I'm going to call the police since they're not here," Silver said, reaching for her phone. "No, don't," Lorenzo said, reaching forward to grab the phone from her hands. Silver tried to step back out of his reach but unintentionally slipped, gasping in shock before she knocked herself down to the floor.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?