Naruto The Silver Wolf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

'You are strong Silver Wolf and clever to, I know the legends, I know who you are’ He walked around the cage, ‘You are very beautiful and you are going to unlock many of your Species secrets for me, unwillingly of course, but no matter. I will make you obey me’ He stared into her eyes and she felt sick to her stomach he was a Wolf, her eyes swirled with hate as he tried to mind-link her unsuccessfully. She blocked him easily even trapped with the silver Katya could use her power but she did not show it. ‘Clever bitch but I will break you’

If she was born without a wolf she wouldn't have shifted now. Ravenna should maybe be up to twenty five. The shift should have kicked up within her teenage years. And to think she was a Lupinari. Her fur was silver. My mother's fur had been silver as well. Lupinari were the only wolves known to have silver furs. They were the strongest wolves alive. She was supposed to have shifted before she even reached ten. Unless… I looked down at Ravenna. My hand reached out and traced her cheek. She sighed softly before she leaned closely to my touch, reaching for me even in her sleep.

He nods once and I stand, shifting on the spot. I lean down over her and begin to lick her wounds. The silver tastes bitter and burns my tongue, but I continue licking her stomach, sides and face. It feels like hours, but is likely only minutes as I continue my efforts, spitting saliva and blood mixed with silver on the ground She eventually shifts back, and my wolf growls low as we hover over her, hiding her naked body from the spectators. The pack members begin to scurry, Dustin the only one left still staring at Jasmine's mangled wolf.

I immediately reached out to my wolf who immediately answered me, she was happy that I finally wanted to let her out. I had no choice, I had to finish fighting these rogues to help the rest of the pack. My bones immediately snapped, and I shifted, my silver wolf emerging. My pass landed on the floor, as my silver wolf came into view, my fur glinting with the light. My wolf purred happily once she was out, loving the feeling and I also did too. I snapped my head to the rogues and was surprised they had suddenly frozen. It was obvious that they were shocked to see the silver wolf.

The soft music in the hall faded, replaced by the sound of breathless moans. The scene from my garden played out in every mind. Lyra sank her teeth into Kaelen's shoulder and said, "I'm a Gamma, a high-ranking warrior. I'm not like those she-wolves outside, Kaelen. I'm putting up with a lot because I love you. You can't keep making me endure it." Kaelen took her hand and said, "I won't keep making you endure it." The scene shifted to the night of the Silvermoon Festival.

She wanted to speak, to run, to understand why her heart and body both screamed his name, yet her mind warned her against it. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, he turned and vanished into the shadows, leaving only the faint echo of his growl behind. Silver stood frozen, her chest heaving. She could still feel the residual pull, humming in her veins, vibrating with the pulse of her dormant Luna power. Her knees weakened. The first of the three crowned wolves had found her. And she had no idea what that meant—or what it would cost her.

Until she was larger than she had ever been in her life and she was standing and the wolf that had been on top of her was now several feet away, staring at her with an expression she could not have named but that she understood as fear. Her paws were silver-white against the dark ground. The two flanking wolves bolted without a sound. The center wolf — the one who had pinned her — stood frozen for three full seconds. Then it lowered its head. All the way down. Its belly nearly touched the ground. A bow. Lira stood in her wolf form for the first time in twenty-two years of life and breathed the cold borderland air and understood nothing except that she was alive. "Moonborn."

The brindled wolf bellowed and threw himself sideways and they slammed into the wall hard enough that I felt it come up through the floor. The brindled one's claws raked the silver's head and opened a gash from ear to eye. "Shit," the man said mildly. "Silver just got fucked." The silver wolf heaved up on his forelegs, trying to get out from under him. The brindled one leaned into it, pinning him, and bit down on his neck. The silver howled. Blood gushed and soaked into the coat and ran down onto the stone. He drove his claws into the brindled one's belly. The brindled wolf's head jerked up and he howled too, and the silver lurched out from under him, shaking free, swaying on his feet with b

I need my wolf or I won't be able to manage the pain. 'Iris, I need you.' After hearing no response for a few minutes I get really worried that my wolf won't be able to come back once he starts cutting me with silver. Silver makes it hard for our wolves to keep contact with their human counterpart which can be really serious if enough silver is inflicted on us. "Please, I need you to come back. I'm scared, Iris.' I can't help, but let a lone ter slip from my eye. I'm terrified and all alone. No one is coming to help me. I might just die here with this psycotic person holding all the power.