Oneshot Silver の小説・ストーリー

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

Damien Silver’s eyes were wide open, and they were staring intently at her. Her shriek filled the room as she jumped away from him, shocked by what she had just seen. A few seconds later, she returned to his bedside, and his eyes were wide open, staring at her. He was indeed awake, and it was a miracle, one she had prayed earnestly for. “Mr. Silver, you are awake. Can you hear me?” She asked after regaining from the wave of shock that had flowed through her. He blinked but didn’t say a word, and then she noticed it - the disorientation in his eyes and the furrowed lines of confusion on his forehead.

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.

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

Perfectly measured. They all nodded in approval, like they’d just heard a well-trained dog respond to a command. There were five men in the room. Four of them talked. Laughed. Negotiated. Enjoyed the sound of their own authority. The fifth was quiet. He sat near the fireplace, alone in a high-backed chair, suit neat and dark against the dim light. His hair was pulled back loosely. His hands rested on his knees. He hadn’t spoken once. Hadn’t smiled. Hadn’t looked at her.

Sammy screeched. Sammy stormed forward and kicked the carefully arranged candles. Then, she stomped all over the white roses and ground them into the dirt until they were nothing but pulp. I stared at the bouquet, feeling a little miffed. What a terrible waste it was. Peter had ordered the flowers from overseas. They were Renzene white roses flown all the way from Izania. Each pretty bloom cost him 50 dollars. Sammy was still shrieking, oblivious to the way Peter's expression was turning increasingly grim with each word she spat.

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

The marking was complete, the oaths were sworn, and the moon was our witness. Adrian turned us toward the pack, raising our joined hands high into the air. "The Luna of Silver Fang!" he roared. The forest erupted. Thousands of wolves shifted in a single, fluid motion, their silver and gray furs reflecting the moonlight as they threw their heads back and howled. The sound was ancient and powerful, a song of loyalty and celebration that shook the very ground beneath our feet.

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