Glitter Force Wolf Novels & Stories

I kicked and screamed only causing his grasp to become harder. "Let go of me!" I screamed as loud as I could before sinking my canines into his arm. Gerwulf's rumbling growl fills the air and I begin to tremble. His skin is starting to become painfully hot as Cinnabar begins to take over. It's becoming horribly obvious in his angered state that he's losing control of his wolf and his magick.

Lyra's wolf was that powerful? His fingers traced the scroll. “It says she has been banished forever.” “Then how is she here?” “That is what I can't understand.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “And the wolf is even more deadly without her whisperer. We have not had one in three hundred years.” “What do you mean?” “The Silver wolf has more powers than any Alpha. She can take over packs by a simple command. Wolves from over a thousand miles can be controlled by her but she can be controlled by only person. Her whisperer.”

Johnathan asked her. “Yes,” She answered him. “Interesting, the day they attacked to save that red headed wolf there were only one. Tell me what colors the wolves’ glows were?” He asked. “Silver and Gold.” Sally added. “Do you know which one you hit?” “I hit the silver one. I think it was a female cause she changed the moment the blast hit her.” “What of the other one?” Johnathan asked. “I couldn’t tell you the golden one started sniffing the air and we got out of there before it could pick up our scent.” “Mates!” Johnathan said with an evil grin. “We have some leverage and now know the bitch’s weakness.”

Maybe one day, that could be us, but for now, I need to work on myself to get there. When we entered the Gray Pack training grounds, both mothers walked much of the field. To my surprise, Maranda called for me, and my mom called for Gold. When we reached them, Miranda spoke. “We will start by teaching you both that each wolf holds special powers that no other wolf possesses; the Gold wolf can give wolfbane, silver pain, and other types of pain by its bite, claws, and fur when close to the enemy. The Silver can’t get hurt by wolfbane, silver, and any pain from them. Even after being switched, you can use these powers just as you saw your mates do earlier.”

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."

The force hit Glenn like a battering ram, disrupting his concentration and causing an involuntary shift that left him momentarily vulnerable. In that critical moment, Blake pounced, his wolf being a blur of sleek muscle. He sank his teeth into Glenn's flank, a ferocious grip that sent shock-waves of pain radiating through Glenn's body. The sound of Glenn's anguished howl echoed through the clearing. Blake's power brought him to his knees. With a final surge of energy, Blake's grip tightened, and Glenn's form began to shift back to human, a tortured cry escaping his lips.

It had also marked her out as different, she was not human, stopping her head-long flight near a lake she walked over panting heavily to look at her reflection. Staring back at her with frightened silver eyes was the most incredible creature she had ever seen, a huge beautiful pure silver wolf. She turned in the moonlight and it caught her fur and she saw that it glittered and glowed with her power. It was stunning to see as the breeze lifted her fur and it sparkled like magic under the stars,

Jaws snapped. A clash of teeth and claws. Pain. White-hot. Blood stained the ground. The second attacker struck. I screamed: the pain too intense to ignore. A surge of power: ancient and violent, vibrating through my bones, the very core of my being. Light exploded outward. The force blasted the attackers away from my wolf. She stood, shook herself and howled, a sound that shook the labyrinth. Dust crumbled from the stone walls, showering her fur with debris. The glow coming from inside enveloped her, shining through her body and forcing the darkness into hiding.

“You can parade his past in front of me, but it won’t change what’s happening. You can’t stop it. Not with this Game. Not with your tricks.” The reflection lets out a ragged scream, the mirrors trembling. “He belongs to me!” “No,” Aria growls. “He doesn’t.” And with that, her wolf flares through her, bright violet light slamming outward in a shockwave. The hall ignites with it and Nyxara’s reflection shatters like glass exploding. Fragments fly across the stone, scattering like dying stars. Silence crashes down. Aria sags slightly, breathing hard. I steady her automatically. Her hands grip my forearms like I’m the only thing tethering her to the earth.

The smile on my face faded as I remembered the silver wolf Jake spoke about. Silver Wolfs were divine beings that had great power and can be very destructive if they go rogue, like Your Silver. He had been freeing slaves for now, but what if he decides to take over packs? He’d be very difficult to handle.