Herta X Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

It snapped at her face, its breath smelling of copper and chemical preservatives. She spun to the left, her silver movements fluid and weightless. She allowed the wolf’s momentum to carry it past her, but as it did, she drove her silver blade upward, targeting the unarmored gap beneath its foreleg. The silver energy coating the blade sliced through the tough hide effortlessly. The moment the silver entered the creature’s bloodstream, the violet light in its eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of blinding white light as the internal cybernetics short-circuited. The wolf crashed into the central console, sparking violently before collapsing.

Ang kanyang anyo ay hindi katulad ng mga naunang Guardian; siya ay payat, matangkad, at may apat na braso na bawat isa ay may hawak na Needle-Staff. ​"Ang Silver Wolf ay napunta sa aking altar," ang boses ng Red Weaver ay parang kalansing ng mga barya sa isang libingan. "Akala mo ba ay ililigtas mo ang Earth? Ang planetang iyan ay isa lamang 'Fuel Cell' para sa aming paglalakbay sa labas ng galaxy na ito."

The second wolf makes me stop breathing for a full second. Silver. Not grey-silver or silver-black but pure, clean silver, the kind of coat that catches moonlight and throws it back brighter. She is Alpha-sized, broad-shouldered and tall, and she is standing with the kind of natural authority that can't be learned or performed. You either have it or you don't. I know those eyes. Grey, direct, slightly guarded. That is Iris. My wolf does not wait for me to process this. He surges forward so hard I feel it like a physical impact against the inside of my chest.

Allowing himself to become a vessel for the wolf spirit, his body begins to transform, his sense heightening, bones cracking as he transformed into a mighty silver wolf and howled to the sky. Naria gasps in shock, the legendary silver wolf was before her. She knelt down bowing her head to the ground. The silver wolf stood majestically on the rock , it’s thick double coat glistening like a polished moonlight. It’s fur is a blend of silver,gray and white with subtle hint of blue undertones that waved with the wind. It’s eyes burn with piercing yellow eyes shining bright in the night sky.

Silver I was dormant. I was supposed to be immune. After years and years of being tortured using silver, my body had grown used to it. It was injected into my bloodstream, and I had even been whipped with silver chains more times than I could count. As the years passed by, the more silver was used on me, the more my wolf receded until I was practically immune, until my wolf was dead within me. But Hera is awake now, fully awake, and the silver recognises her, hates her, punishes her.

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

Blackfur laughed as it got closer knowing that just a claw would be enough to send Xavier’s wolf flying across the gathering and cracking all the bones in his body upon impact on the floor. “This is madness,” Jimin muttered. “Stop! Xavier Stop!” Silver ran on with purpose, not even reducing his pace a bit. “Ready father?” Silver muttered. “Always ready,” the voice replied in his head. Just a few meters away from Blackfur, Silver dove high in the air. Blackfur stood still, smiling, waiting and calculating for the little wolf to be close enough to the ground for him to bat away, but he did not expect what was coming next. “Now!” Silver roared.

Hector was confused though I don’t think he had read the page properly as he didn’t even register the silver wolf part. “Hector, I think you need to be a silver wolf before you can remark her” “I’m not silver my wolf is brown” A look of conflation spread over his face. “According to my wolf l, me marking you will unlock your wolves’ gift. Until then you will remain an ordinary wolf” “Surely there’s another way… there has to be” Hectors voice softened as he fell back against my car.

He chuckled, his voice dark and heavy, "Did you find out if Hazel Adam still possesses all the goodness of being of silver wolf or not?" She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Come on... She is a silver wolf. Wolves can be locked but the natural trait of their blood, it can't. Also, did you forget what we heard from our insider? Liam Wright was able to heal from silver and poison... How do you think that was possible?" "We shouldn't trust that. That fool couldn't even complete his dream task. I am not going to trust him. I want proof that says yes, not maybe," He replied while shaking his head.

She is fast and vicious, holding back nothing as she attacks again and again. But Hela has never been a pushover. I always thought that Hela’s wolf reflects more of her temperament than her human self. Her coat is closer to ginger than brown, a large missile of fiery violence that neutralizes each of Nyra’s attack with uncanny ease and attacks right back, forcing Nyra’s smaller brown wolf back.