Herta X Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

"Something's wrong." We race to the walls where chaos greets us. Three of our patrol wolves are down, not dead but unconscious. Standing over them is a figure in a red hood. "Delivery for the Silver Moon Wolf," the figure says, their voice distorted. They throw something at my feet - a crystal vial filled with swirling silver liquid. "What is it?" I ask. "A gift from the Collector. And a message: Drink this, and you'll understand everything. Your true power, your destiny, how to control it. Don't drink it, and next time, these wolves won't wake up."

Quentin Black could not believe his own eyes. Even Hesther, who, after being called out of the battleground became interested in the unexpected turn of events. In front of all of them stood a silver wolf. It’s hair was translucent almost shining and it is very angry right now. It’s sharp fangs are all on display and its eyes are blue and it’s wolf aura was now a blazing blue. The people in the shack went still as the waters of the sea before a tsunami.

He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood. ​ As I approached the table with a tray of fresh bacon, keeping my gaze locked on the tablecloth, a sudden, almost physical force slammed into me. It wasn't Kael's power, but something deeper, a jolt that went straight to my core. The bacon grease sizzled, and I nearly dropped the heavy tray. ​ I flinched, my eyes snapping up just for a second, to locate the danger. ​ And I looked right into his eyes. ​ They were a piercing, crystalline silver—the color of the m

Feeling pleased with the thorough job he'd done, he gave her a nod, letting her know to shift. Hycinth was full on panting by that point, eyes wide. It took her a moment to pull herself together before she could focus enough, but finally, she accomplished it. Skin turned to fur and then her Wolf stood proudly in front of us. Her Wolf was stunning! She took my breath away. She had sleek, beautiful silver fur, with darker mercury tones on her chest and the underside of her belly and lighter tones, almost snowy white tips on top, reflecting the luminescence of the Moon above our heads.

Maxine stated firmly. Xian shook his head and avoided her gaze as he apologized. "I'm sorry. But Elaine is different from other werewolves, and I know she loves me. Ate Maxine, please." Maxine suddenly smacked Xian on the head with a plastic bottle, furious. "And now you're calling me 'Ate'? Do you really think I’m going to agree with what you want? Xian, this is madness!" "Ate Maxine, I never intended to drag you into this. I just need you to help me train her," Xian pleaded.

I nodded as the sleek, black Lamborghini Aventador that costs more than tens of millions, rolled to a perfect stop in front of me. The leader of the Elders, an older werewolf with silver streaks in his hair and eyes that seemed to see right through me, stepped out and gestured grandly toward the car. "Xena, you deserve this," he said, his voice grave but proud. "Please accept this tailored car, exclusive to you. You're our pack's hope."

It seems to go on forever; however, it was only minutes until she was completely shifted. Standing in front of me was the most stunningly beautiful wolf I have ever seen. I have never seen a silver wolf before with sparkles on the ends of its fur but standing in front of me was a silver wolf with crystal blue eyes. Slightly larger than the average size of a female wolf. My wolf recognizes her wolf and that tells me that there is a wolf talking to Miranda or is trying to talk to Miranda. If I know Miranda, I am pretty sure she’s arguing with her wolf right now. As I look at the beautiful wolf in front of me, I move closer running my hands through her soft fur. She’s amazing. As I look a

He wasn’t getting up. Tracy’s face drained of every hint of color. She staggered back, shaking. The manager almost pissed himself when the beast emerged from the shadows. A massive wolf, it was as black as midnight, eyes glowing silver. Serena’s heart swelled with twisted pride. “Silver,” she whispered, her voice steady and cold. “Show none of them mercy.” She didn’t need to say it twice. Silver never intended to let a single one of them leave alive.

Silver Haven Fortress The engines roared like beasts of steel and gasoline, a pack of black SUVs kicking up dust across the half-dead road that cut through Silver Haven’s ridges. Their headlights cut through the foggy gloom, beams dancing across pine and stone. Beside us, other convoys mirrored the sight—Green Briar, Pearl, Crescent, Celestia—all bound by one command. And weaving in and out of the formation ran wolves in their true forms, claws tearing earth, flanks bristling with harnesses strapped with rifles and knives.

she asks ready to do whatever it takes to save her mate. “It was as I thought. A silver wolf has the ability to draw silver out of the blood stream of a poisoned wolf,” I share with her. “How is that possible?” the Pack doctor asks. I look at him and I see him take a step back, “Had you kept up your studies you would know it is like an aura that draws silver towards it and neutralizes it in the blood stream,” I say condescendingly.