Silber D Wolf Novels & Stories

Strongly worried? - So-so, - I slightly scratched the skin on the border with the wound. It looked and, indeed, so-so. If I lose my arm, no sense of self-preservation will hold me back! - Sometimes numb, but mostly terribly whining. “Last time, everything healed on you quickly,” my chest ached unpleasantly from unsolicited childhood memories of life with wolf cubs, “Now you need another remedy, but you won’t like my recipe,” I already had a premonition of what she was driving at, but hope flickered in my imploring gaze, - Wolf saliva is an excellent regenerating agent.

We’re going to shift and hunt with her. Silver’s wolf is flawed, just as she is. Her fur is the tone of her natural eye color; sky-blue. She’s huge for a shifter wolf and has silver wings that span out a couple of yards in each direction. A silver crescent moon shines brightly on her forehead between her orbs, which hold all three hues-blue, silver and gold. ‘Even her wolf is an ugly freak of nature! Stand down, damn it! She’s not our mate! You better not do anything to embarrass the shit out of me! I would never accept that abomination as my mate!’

It was safer that way. “Sorry excuse me Luna Lilith we wanted to check what colour napkins you’d like?” Looking at the samples the omegas held out I looked them over before finally settling with the silver. It wasn’t as boring as the cream or beige, yet it wasn’t as tacky as the gold. The silver also held a meaning. Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts.

I needed the escape, and needed to chase the high of sweet release. An idea came to mind. Lya’s idea, actually. For ten years, she had silenced her wolf with silver. She had been nearly human. She was a Wulver and resistant to silver, so maybe I’d have more results than she did. Maybe my wolf wouldn’t be able to fight through it like hers did.

He said, and my eyes widened. " What rank is this wolf?" I asked. " Silver. I believe a Beta," he said, and I wondered why a silver wolf would be in search of her daughter. The silver wolf that attacked us was male. I heard Sam speak his name. " I believe this information is vital to you," Rosehip said with a smile. "And why would it be?" I asked, maintaining my posture. " Did you not sack a silver spirit wolf and its minions a few months ago? I must say I was quite surprised when I heard the news." he pointed out.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

I-I can hear her inside here with me, what is she saying? ** What is your name? ** [ My name? I don't remember, who are you? ] **I'm called Jewel, I'm a wolf and so are you it would seem, how did end up like this?** [ I'm a Wolf Sprite! that much I know, I remember being in the woods and bathing by the lake, then I heard a sound and felt a presence, there was also the smell of rotting flesh, I felt something in the back of my neck then everything went dark. When I woke up I couldn't see, hear, or talk for many many moons and now here I am with you, how come I can talk to you Jewel? but others can not hear me ] ** that's because I'm a different kind of wolf, all you need to do is remember....

Cold anger filled her gaze at me. “Why do you have my wolf”

Calla “What does silver wolf symbolize?” I type into the search bar, fingers hovering for a second before hitting enter. The words feel heavy on the screen, like they carry some secret I’m not ready for. A list of answers pops up, all too neat and tidy for the chaos swirling in my head. “A silver wolf can symbolize intuition, spirituality, and a need to balance one's energies.” I blink. Balance? Like my life is some kind of cosmic scale about to tip over.