Oneshot Silver 소설 & 이야기

“Silver stones.” The air in the room went cold. “Silver stones” I repeated flatly. Will nodded. "If I had to guess, she either ingested them or injected them. They're in her bloodstream now, suppressing her wolf's ability to heal.” My fist curled tightly. Silver stones were different from regular silver. They interfere with a wolf’s regenerative process and slow it, sometimes enough that it's like that of humans. They’re used as a deterrent. As a weapon. If someone’s blood is infused with it, or they ingest it, the healing is drastically reduced.

Hector's POV The explosive properties of the silver nitrate I created were known to disintegrate your opponent from within. I carefully mixed silver and nitric acid in a controlled environment to create silver nitrate. Through a process called chemical synthesis, the silver atoms bonded with the nitrate ions, resulting in the formation of silver nitrate. The explosive properties of silver nitrate were then harnessed for destructive purposes, causing the internal disintegration of the opponent upon contact. Keeping the weapon a secret was necessary since it was so deadly to wolves. However, here it was in front of us.

Silver turned her purple eyes towards us and they glistened as they met Mac’s. “It’s done…” I said softly. “It’s done…” Mac took a step towards her. The world stopped. Time stopped. Everything stopped. I didn’t care what was happening between Tessa and Graham behind us. I didn’t care what was happening around me. All I could see was her—my mate. But suddenly something happened. I felt something snap inside of me. And before either Mac or I could comprehend, Silver collapsed on the floor with a thud, shifting back into her human form in a snap.

We will pay the tuition fee again and the promise-sorry note is not possible. I just thought that it was already hurting my head. 8,000 silver coins per exam. A silver coin is called a silver coin when it does not reach 20,000, but when it exceeds, it is called a gold coin. There is also a bronze coin, and that is 1,000 below.

His brows furrowed into a knit and he opened his mouth to say something but a knock on the door drew both of our attention. “Come in.” The door opened on command and the shopkeeper walked in with two of her assistants, whose heads were bowed to the ground as they each held two neatly folded designs in her grip. “Mr. Silver…these designs have been specifically chosen by your father—” “Bullshit!” I shot up from my seat and ran a hand through my hair. First, he blackmails me into the unbelievable, and now, he's choosing for me without considering my opinions? What next, he picks a place for my supposed honeymoon?

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

Her chin lifted, and the look she returned to him said without words that she wasn’t going to recant—or apologize. Orla could almost feel his mind probing her silence and assessing it. Her chin tilted a bit higher, but she wasn’t going to risk looking directly into those platinum-grey eyes. Just thinking about the power of their uncompromisingly analytical surveillance made her feel far too weak. Platinum One of the most desired and valuable metals in today’s world is copper. Somehow, the colour of his eyes was symbolic of the man himself. "Overviews," I said, "not detailed plans," Arni informed her coolly. ‘Themes, colors, some takes on style, so that I can mull them over whilst I’m travell