Herta X Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

The air shudders, and suddenly, I feel that I'm not alone. A blinding and burning silver glow appears first from somewhere ahead. Out of it, a massive figure takes form, and my heart stutters. It’s Ralia, my wolf. Seeing her now makes me understand what the fuss is really all about. She's not just any wolf, she's the silver wolf, the creature that has haunted me since the night I first shifted. She’s enormous, larger than even Lucian's Lycan. Her fur is shining like molten metal under a light that doesn’t exist here. Her eyes are the same as mine, but sharper, more feral, and glowing with primal hunger. Her claws scrape the void as if it’s solid ground, leaving sparks where she steps.

“Stay back!” “Like hell,” she snapped, already raising the rifle. The silver collar was working its magic as it flared brighter, making a frown, but she still squeezed the trigger anyway. Two enhanced wolves dropped, silver rounds going right through them. Beside me, Jax fully shifted into a silver-gray wolf with blood already staining his fur. “We can’t hold this position, Alpha! There’s too many!”

Higgins still founded reason to trump whatever twisted game that Rayla was playing at. "Trust me, Ectasy would kill a human way sooner than you held up. If it couldn't kill your human self and your strength obviously skipped the omega stage, do you really think some measly silver would clip your hind." She replied his temerity, in a manner that Higgins could testify to. He had fought with countless werewolves of which silver never proved a potent adversary to include in his arsenal, so did their corpses heed to the same attested effect.

"Are the Silverhounds only exclusive in the mountains of Erana?" "I believe so. Not many have seen it." "I don't remember anything much of it, but all I can recall is that the Silverhounds are much terrifying than the dire wolves." Vaughn raised a brow curiously. He has only seen a Silverhound once and it didn't even last for a minute. "How so?" "They're much bigger and their fur looked much thicker and glossier, it's like glass. They also jump a lot higher and are much faster than the normal wolves. And when they pounce on you- you won't even know it because they're very silent."

No vampire has dared to come near; they are even scared of Archie. “I will keep my pace,” she said. “Okay, let’s shift and run around the woods,” Silver said. I nod my head and watch them shift. Octavia is a white wolf, and Silver is a black wolf. Their fur is so cute and sparkling, and Silver is bigger than her. They are both huge, and just one paw will cause a deadly injury. They both purred at themselves, moving closer to each other, but I stayed in their middle, my hand on their snout.

After following silver wolf for couple of minute’s she finally stopped in her track when silver wolf himself stopped ahead. An unexplainable calmness grew around them as silver fur Wolf then slowly turned to look at Jasmine who was still in hypnotized trance, he than leisurely opened his wide mouth and reveled his sharp blade like canines that could easily pierce any flesh, a small growl vibrated from his chest as his glowing red eyes remained hooked on Jasmine who was standing at not so far distance from him. “AAAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu……………………………………………” sliver wolf howled loudly representing his intention; his piercing howl was enough to bring Jasmine back from her trance.

The metallic whistle of silver rounds cut through the air, striking the ground next to the car with deadly accuracy. My blood ran cold. Silver ammunition was used for only one purpose: to kill wolves. “Stay down! “My driver yelled from somewhere outside. “Silver bullets—don’t let them touch you!” My heart pounded violently. Panic clawed up my throat. Someone wasn’t trying to scare us. We wanted someone dead. I dropped low into the narrow space between the seats, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My wolf snarled inside me, wanting to shift, wanting to fight, but shifting in a hail of silver was impossible—suicidal.

“Ma’Heron, is there a problem?” “The pack… Silvercrest. It’s under attack right now!” “What?! We have to go help them then!” Alexia rushed off the bed and was about to shift when M spoke, “Wait. We’ll need all of our strength and energy for this. Let’s use the motorcycle outside to get there.” “Right, then,” the she-wolf said with determination, as she hurriedly grabbed her jeans, t-shirt, and running sneakers then quickly putting them on. “Good thing you were able to get it back here after you rescued me. Let’s move!”

Four people: Xavier and I, one of his senior Silverfang warriors named Brin who had the particular competence of someone who had been doing field work long enough that she'd stopped needing to demonstrate it, and Dane's second-in-command, a quiet wolf named Holt who had grown up in the eastern corridor territory and knew the road better than any map we could produce. Two vehicles, unmarked. Cover documentation identifying us as a private heritage research delegation, which was thin enough that anyone who looked closely would see through it and strong enough that anyone who didn't want an incident would accept. The Alpha King's formal access right was kept separate, in a sealed document Xavie

A sharp arrow made with silver lodged itself on Vera's throat, causing her to spill blood instantly. She was dead. Vera was dead as she could ever be. However, I did not feel happy, if anything, I felt furious as I looked behind me. Cayden also looked surprised and shielded me behind him but Silver was playing with his nails. Yes! Silver was a thousand year wolf and he was not doing anything. How did he not know that someone was out to kill Vera? Cayden also came to the same conclusion. “Did you know?” Cayden looked at Silver.