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But the more she used her power, the more the Drought smiled. "Yes," the creature hissed. "Give me your shadows. Give me the moisture of your soul. I will drink it all." Suddenly, a streak of white light tore through the sky. Lucas landed between Audrey and the Drought, his silver arm glowing with an intensity that rivaled the sun. But he wasn't attacking with fire. He was using the silver to conduct the heat away from Audrey. "You want to drink?" Lucas roared, his voice metallic and grand. "Drink the Silver!"

“Scott said the rogues’ fangs and claws contain silver. And it’s impossible for you not to get bitten by their claws or bites, right?” Ciara gulped. She didn’t have a prepared answer to this question, and she wasn’t a very good liar. “It’s a—” “Beta Gordon,” Scott entered the conversation. “Regarding the silver content, that’s just a guess. And if that theory is proven, we don’t know for sure how it works or how they affixed the silver when they carried out the attack.” “And?” “And, most likely when they attack Ciara, they no longer have silver content in them, so Ciara is not affected.”

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.

In the center of it all lies a body—a scout, one of our own. He’s sprawled on the ground, his eyes fixed on the sky, vacant and unseeing. Silver burns slash across his chest, angry and unnatural, sizzling with a magic that chills me to the bone. I know my own power, but this is something else. Something older. Something that reeks of cruelty and warning. Lydia stands apart from the crowd, her face ghostly pale, lips parted in shock. She looks smaller than I remember, her usual confidence stripped away.

This time from Violet, she placed a hand on Samantha’s arm as she lowered her hand. “I am Samantha Silver. The AL-PHA of the SilverFang pack. I’ll thank you to not call me Luna, or ‘Hot Little Lady’ I demand the same respect from you that I have offered you. You may call me Alpha Sam or Alpha Samantha, whichever you prefer.” Her eyes flashed again, as more silver flecks appeared in her eyes. Another stronger wave of warning flooded the room and a few betas shifted nervously in their places.

"That was what I thought as well—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I had seen such wolves only less than a handful of times. They are as rare as blood jade diamonds. But in the end, Dr. Carter was able to kill her using the star-shaped pendant. This object is capable of weakening them to their lowest point if exposed to them for a long while. And then he stabbed her, in order for her not to heal fast—until she bled out and died." Silver Bloods, star-shaped pendant... What's next? I asked myself all this, even though deep down, I knew he wasn't lying. When Dr. Carter had extracted the blood from Melissa, it had been silver. And also, there was that one time Hannah had her fangs out, and h

The thick silver plating buckled inward with a wet, sickening crunch, throwing all three men thirty feet backward into the heavy drifts, their armor shattered and leaking dark Lycan blood. "Isolate her!" the Justiciar shrieked from atop his terrified war-stallion, his voice cracking beneath the deafening roar of the blizzard. "Bring down the silver nets! Bind her core!" Four veteran enforcers, their faces concealed behind cold iron visors, lunged through the blinding snow flurries from my blind spot. They threw a heavy web of reinforced steel cables across the air—cables completely woven with liquid silver thread that hissed and smoked as it caught the faint, iridescent light radiating off m

“How can I ever thank…Sylvanius, what is this?” The water dragon had shifted its gaze right to Seraphina and was glaring down at her. “I do believe that I said I swore an oath,” Silver said, lifting Amy into his arms. “You will not hurt the woman I swore an oath to.” Seraphina’s face twisted in rage and in a plot second, vanished, replaced with an eerie smile. “You seem to think I cannot kill you.” Silver glanced at Seraphina and then snorted. She flew into a rage and shot a ball of fire towards him. It landed on his body and vanished up in smoke.

Daniel POV "I swear to God, Daniel, I saw Zyra. She came out of a car and attacked me," Silver said. "I don't think you know what you're saying," I told her. "Zyra should have been gone by now. If she wasn't, why hasn't she come back to me?" Silver's face tightened. "I just told you I saw her and that's the best you can say? You think I'm stupid? You think I'm seeing things?" She pointed to her neck. "Look, my neck is empty.

[The Silver Plague] The silver in my veins didn't feel like a disease; it felt like mercury—heavy, cold, and blindingly fast. I watched, paralyzed, as the frost climbed toward my throat. Beside me, Dante’s eyes were a chaotic storm, flickering between his natural hazel and that same matte silver. He lunged for the woman in the emerald coat, his fingers curling into claws, but he collapsed before he could touch her. "Dante!" I tried to scream, but the sound was a metallic rasp.