Silver Hand の小説・ストーリー

She must be involved,’ I asked. ‘No, it’s not her. But I can’t smell anything, so I’m not sure,’ she replied. ‘Why can’t we break free from these chains? We just got our powers back!’ I shouted in frustration. ‘Because those powers are just 1% of our real ones. Astrid, I can’t speak anymore. The Silver is choking me, draining all my energy,’ she gasped in pain. I understood her plight well. Silver was always too fatal for our wolves, making them weaker and lifeless. It hindered their ability to surface and communicate effectively.

Showing them the truth would be the best explanation. She pulled off the earrings she had on her left ear. "This is gold. I know werewolves and many other supernatural creatures cannot even have silver close to them, but sages are different. We can hold gold and use it, and that is why you see me holding onto my favourite jewellery gifted to me by Alpha Aaron. However, when weaponized, it is as deadly as silver on a werewolf.”

My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. And then the smell hit me. Burnt flesh. Blood. And something sharper, metallic, that stung my nose and made the hair on my neck stand. Silver. The word formed in my mind before I saw it, because every wolf knew the warning. Silver was the one thing we were never meant to touch. It burned our skin, corrupted our healing, and left marks that never faded. The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows.

"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something." "We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?" “Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.” “What’s that?” Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes.

"B-But how did I?" "You contained the silver." "I-I couldn't have…." Disbelief in my voice. If I really did, then how did I do it? I merely hold his hands! Seeing the look on my face, Ellis motioned me with his eyes to check out Elena's hands. Then he said, "See that white light? That light is the only thing that silver obeys. Elena is using it to get the silver out of Rum." Like a magnet. Those snowy hands are possessed a certain magnetic ability that attracts silver.

Jack uses his Alpha voice with her. "I am Sienna Mendetta, but everyone calls me Silver." Silver introduces herself. Sienna? I never knew that was her real name. I knew Silver was just a nickname, I never asked what her real name is. "Why does everyone call you Silver, Sienna?" He questions her more. "My hair. It's a birth defect in my family, all girls are born with silver hair." Jack nods. I walk over to Silver, "It was amazing seeing you again. I'll visit you soon." I state. "I bet you will." Silver laughs. I smile at her and mouth 'thank you'. She mouthes 'you're welcome' back.

And when I do, the first thing I see is a silver hand extended to me. "Trust me, Lina!" I look at the woman, and my jaw drops. I look around to see if I find something else, but my jaw is hiding from me because it's still wide open. Yeah! I've definitely gone crazy! The woman extending her hand to me is entirely silver and emits a radiant silver light. It resembles the light emitted by the moon. Her face is angelic, and in her eyes, I see nothing but affection, compassion, sweetness, and other good qualities.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

“Wow! It is so beautiful! Alexander, I want one too!” I shrugged my shoulders. “OK, then just take it.” Alexander's face instantly turned dark. “Stop fooling around, this is equivalent to our wedding ring! Jessica, how can you just give it away to someone else?” I smiled. “But I do not think Lilith counts as someone else to us.” I snatched the bone ring and slid it directly onto Lilith's hand. Lilith giggled as she flaunted her hand toward Alexander. “Alexander, it fits me perfectly too!”