Silber D Wolf Novels & Stories

Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" he breathed. I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous. "I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running." The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid. "They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

- Do you want to tell me something? - It's just that this silver cord was very important to your father, he believed that this cord could bring you closer to your destiny and give you protection! - she smiled - but your father was a passionate believer in legends that don't exist, so this could be another one of them! - she didn't seem to really believe that. - If he believed that he was protecting me and bringing me closer to my destiny, I choose to believe him. I've never seen him lie, so he deserves this vote of confidence from us!

Pitchy lost no time in shutting his mouth and sparing us the annoying sound of his voice. “Never touch what’s mine. Sofia Claremont is mine. Whoever harms her answers to me. Understood?” Derek growled. Pitchy nodded. “Of course, y-your M-Majesty.”

When I reached the pack house I saw nobody around, I went in the house and found my father. "Dad, is there such a thing as a white wolf with silver eyes?" I asked him. My dad looked as if he was thinking and then he turned around and said. "They are supposedly real but I've never seen one, they are supposedly legends, wolf's of the moon goddess herself, but no one has ever seen one" he said to me. "What if I told you right now that I just seen one in the woods on our land." I said with out hesitation. "Son, I think your just stressed out with you getting ready to take over the pack, and your Alpha ceremony coming up, and your birthday in a week, your probably just seeing things and need some

The old man told him to submerge himself in the concoction and he covered the pot. He continued to recite the verses from Ifa corpus while walking around the pot. Suddenly, the pot levitated off the fire and shone brightly as the material of the pot began to change- it changed to gold, bronze, a strange metal that looked clearer than a crystal and 13 other kinds of metals until it settled in its original iron form. By the time the lid of the pot slid open, what came out of the pot was no longer a man but a giant wolf with fiery eyes.

“You must know something about Sage - she's a Silver wolf. The special deadly wolf. It's been in her since birth but I got rid of it many months ago. Almost one year ago.” “You cannot get rid of a Silver wolf.” “That's not what I mean, old man—” I heaved a sigh. “What I'm trying to say is that the wolf was shut up many months - almost a year ago. I suppressed it so much that it had almost nothing left.” “Oh. I see.” “I'm sure—” I began. “I'm more than sure we can come up with something - something new, unlike the last time. This way, we can bring Silver back to life and she would be seen as the forbidden fruit that she is. What do you say?”

The worst of it is that the silvers inside them are neither dead nor alive. They simply continue, breathing, blinking, kept, and the part of every wolf that knows the Goddess made the silver line holy is screaming that this is the deepest wrong in the world and that we have walked straight into the middle of it. Beside me, Dorian's wolf rises gold and stricken in his eyes, and my own lifts his hackles and will not put them down.

She wasn't sure she wanted to know the truth. Kael stared at Seraphine, unable to tear his eyes away. Silver. His heartbeat thundered against his ribs as every lesson he had ever been taught came rushing back. Only one wolf was said to possess silver eyes. The White Wolf. His wolf growled relentlessly inside him, torn between recognition and confusion. Every instinct screamed that what he was seeing was real, yet something deep within him refused to settle. Kael clenched his fists. His mind had finally found an answer. Or at least...

Lydia was here in the warlock cavern, alive and direct. "There she is. Grab the pig". Alora hissed as two guards rushed to me, grabbing me roughly by both arms. "Let go of me. What is going on....". I don't finish my sentence when a bucket of silver pours from my head down to my toe, causing me to shriek and crumple to the ground, as murmurs and whispers break out from the council of elders and other warlocks around. Silver was the only substance that had the power to reveal a wolf through identity.