Lost Silver の小説・ストーリー

Watching and praying not be involved in these mess. Phil approached Carlo slowly now, then crouched before him. “You should be grateful,” he murmured while Carlo struggled violently beneath the pressure. Phil's narrowed faintly."Because BloodFall Luna survived.” A pause, then his smile vanished completely. “Otherwise… there would be no Silverfang Pack left by sunrise.” Carlo’s breathing became ragged beneath the crushing pressure. His fingers dug violently into the shattered floor as he struggled to lift himself, but the more he resisted, the heavier Phil's aura became.

Silver voiced in anger, kicking off a can of empty drink. Well, she seems very pissed, which is oddly suspicious, especially since she wasn't even the type to care about games so much, well, unless… I pulled her at arms length closer to me, “Yo you didn't bet on this game right?” I asked, my eyes already discerning her look. Her subtle chuckle with her eyes flickering away from my site was all the answer I required. “Please tell me you didn't bet millions on this Silver ?” “Well…” I released my hold on her, as I sat right back on my seat. Yep, she certainly just lost millions, not my problem though, and I'm pretty it would be a few anyway, she isn't the type to stupidly drop she can't handle

It was a receipt. "You should have checked the fine print on the Overwrite, Shadow," Iris said, her voice cool and lethal. "The silver doesn't belong to the Wolfe line. And it doesn't belong to the Calders." "Then who?" the Shadow screamed. "It belongs to the Union," Iris said. "And a Union requires two signatures. You’re just an unauthorized user." The crystal heart flared, and the Shadow-Iris began to scream as the silver started to tear her apart from the inside out.

He asked taking my hand in his as he led me in. “No she hasn’t actually. She has promised to I guess we just haven’t found the time.” I said. “There are a lot of places that Silverwoods has, it wasn’t hard to construct because we have the resources and the time. It would not be smart to spend your whole life somewhere and not make use of it.” He said as he took me to a booth where I sat down and got comfortable. “On the weird side of it, It is a werewolf kind of diner.” He said to me and then he picked up the menus that were on the table and pointed to one for me.

I lifted my eyes to the walls and above us to where the circle of eyes had been, but they were gone. There weren’t any more of them by the gunmen either. Where had they all gone? I dropped my gaze to the ground and frowned as a glint of something caught my eye. I put my hand down. The stone felt warm beneath my hand, almost too hot to make sense. I brushed some of the dirt aside, swallowing nervously as the glint turned into a sheen then into a metallic gleam. “Silver,” I whispered. She clapped. “Ten points to Pandora!”

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.

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.

One small exhale, barely visible, and something in him went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with peace. The gold left his eyes. Not gradually. It pulled back all at once, like a tide that came in too fast and overcorrected. Silver replaced it, cool and certain, and the man looking at me then was not the man who had taken that one step forward. This one had already made up his mind. I looked down at my hands. My nails had broken the skin on both palms. I had not felt it happen. Four small marks on each hand, barely bleeding, the kind you make when you hold on too hard to something that was never yours to hold onto.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.