Naruto The Silver Wolf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Last night? You've been asleep for two days. I’ve healed your wounds, but it will be a major problem if my family finds out I’ve let a stray dog into this mansion. If you’re feeling better, get out." I blinked in surprise, stunned by his sudden hostility. "What? A stray dog?" "You look well enough. Let’s go," he replied coldly. He grabbed my arm and hoisted me off the bed, pulling me toward the door without hesitation. "Wait, where are you taking me? Stop!" "You're a wolfkin, aren't you? Your kind is naturally resilient," he said, his tone icy as he dragged me through the hallway. "You should be able to find your way home."

Her voice cracked with panic. "Kill that bitch now!" The remaining six wolves rushed forward simultaneously. They leaped into the air. Shifting completely mid jump. I could barely focus. The world had become hazy. Then suddenly— A silver blur flew over my head. A massive shadow collided with the leading attacker. The impact shattered bones. The wolf screamed before being ripped apart. I blinked. My vision swam. And then realization struck. The dizziness. The weakness. The burning wounds. Silver. Their claws had been reinforced with silver blades.

I was so lost in her beauty when I first touched her all reasoning left my brain. Now she stood there, waist deep in the water taunting me. "You are the worst knight in shining armor, Alpha Elijah." I instantly lost my breath at her words and my eyes turned black with lust. "You want me to rescue you little wolf?" I challenged, stalking towards her. I could smell her arousal as my body connected to hers. She was afraid of the contact, but also craved it. Then I saw it again, something that should be impossible. Her eyes began swirling with thin silver lines. She was a silver wolf, something rarer than even myself. I should question her, but my wolf took control. 'She will be ours' he demande

You can hear his back break as he snaps against the trunk. She slowly makes her way across the small gap to the wolf. He tries to stand up but cannot move yet. His healing ability is slower as a rogue. Once she is standing in front of him, “You dare to attack me?” she says through a mind-link. Both the rogue and I are stunned. How can she communicate with him? We are not a part of the same Pack. “Who are you?” he demands through the mind-link. “Since you are about to die, I can tell you. I am the silver wolf. We are born once every hundred years. We are among the most powerful wolves walking the earth and are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself,” she says coldly.

She said holding Arthur’s gaze. He just stared at her without saying anything. She rolled her eyes and continued. “I am fine with Ronan.” Matt looked over to Arthur as he tensed up but remained quiet. Silver shifted, her voice finally breaking through the thick air. “We cannot just fight him like he’s another wolf, he has witch power, dark maigc. He’ll use anyone, anything, to get what he wants. If we’re not careful, more people will get hurt because of me.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, as she looked between Arthur and Matt.

When we reached the border, his friends were already coming towards the center, aiming to take him to the hospital, without wasting any time Noah took him in his arms and rushed with his wolf speed to reach the hospital in a minute. Silver metal is the poison for us wolves, though becoming adult our wolf build up the immunity to fight with the poison unless the contact is beyond the certain limit, but for teens who are still growing and near to their first shift, coming in contact with silver metal can act as a fatal for their wolves, saving their human side, their wolves take it on them and quietly dies within. Therefore, it wasn’t allowed to keep the silver metal open, neither was it sold

I shouted. My wolf sneered, angry as fuck and with a howl that could terrify the hell out of someone, she mustered up insane amount of strength and jerk Graham’s wolf away from her. The russet wolf rolled over and landed in front of us. Silver didn’t give him the chance to stand. Ignoring the crashing pain, she pounced and hooked her legs around the wolf’s neck.

I felt a wave of wetness in my core and I pressed my thighs together to control it but he didn’t miss the subtle movement. “Mark!” “Shhh… I am not Mark. I am Silver, His wolf,” He answered and I swallowed my words. “Hi, S-silver!” I forced a smile on my face because wolves tend to be more possessive of their mates than humans. While I can challenge and control, Mark. I can’t deal the same way with silver otherwise, he can lose control which will not be good for me but why intuition is telling me that I have already made a big mistake?

She's not as weak as I thought, she's my mate and I couldn't see it all this while, I kept on rejecting her and fighting with her, I am a fool__ a very huge one. “I second that!!” I heard the snug voice of my wolf. I should have noticed it when my wolf reached out to me in the tent, I should have known she was the one that called him out. “Of course, she called me out, I and Silver has been communicating but you refuse to accept her!!” He replied. “Who is Silver?” I asked. “Silver is Sylvia’s wolf idiot, she's the one you always see in your dreams!!”He replied.

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p