Silber D Wolf Novels & Stories

I coughed in the end as my voice suddenly rose while I stated my facts to him. At the same time, Graham entered the room and looked at us with a stunned expression. The silence stretched in the room was thick with tension, but I wasn’t done with explanations and questions. “I am a silver wolf. You are a black wolf with a crescent moon mark in the middle of your forehead. Madeline is a white wolf. Nolan is a metallic grey wolf with a black crescent moon mark under his right eye. Graham is a golden-brown wolf with a big crescent moon mark on his left shoulder. Do you really think that they will only target Madeline just because she is a white wolf?”

He nods gently when he was sure that it was complete. "Now....let's see what you brought me?" the king's brother carefully unwrapped the cloth to reveal the shiny dagger with a bone handle. "I brought what you requested...a silver dagger" "How am I sure that this is silver?" Silas responded with a rather straight face. "I thought you were educated, Silas, you can cut yourself with it... wolves won't heal from inflicted wounds but if I may ask. What does a wolf want with something that can kill him?" "I desire and decision is not something you should worry about" He drew closer to the man who wondered what he meant.

Everyone froze. For a long silent moment, no one said a word. After the wild rumors that Dr. Green was wolfless, the scene in front of them was just too shocking. Not only did she have what looked like a very powerful wolf, it was a rare silver wolf as well. But…only Royal wolves were silver. What was going on here? What did this mean? But while everyone else was shocked into motionlessness, seeing Dr. Green’s wolf had a very different effect on the Royal Alpha.

female—a silver prize with the mark of the Priestess. Three shadows emerge from the brush on the far side of the clearing. They are ragged, scarred wolves with eyes the color of stagnant water. Silas leads them, his muzzle grey with age and malice. He doesn't see me in the shadows; he only sees the silver wolf standing over a fresh kill. “A stray,” Silas’s psychic rasp echoes through the clearing, oily and invasive. “A beautiful, unranked stray with a feast to share. Move aside, little moon, and maybe we’ll let you keep a bone.”

“But in actual fact, the silver wolf is a old and powerful bloodline, older than the first Alphas and the pack wars, the silver wolf was not created to rule, you know.” Her fingers twitched at her side. “ The silver wolf was created to balance, when magic grows unstable the silver wolf was meant to bind it, and when packs turned on each other and began to rot, the silver wolf steps in to restore.” she chuckled as she crouched, finally relaxing a moment. “ The silver wolf is the binding force between power and restraint, its the explanation as to why her markings would light up just before, during or after a mishap.”

It’s a silver wolf from the wolf tribe, almost as rare as an Albino. Her hair was wavy and shiny, and her eyes were bright blue like an ocean. His neck was marked with a barcode tattoo meaning that she was a slave until recently. Aesthetically, the woman was stunning, not quite as stunning as Shadow, though, in Malikul’s opinion. What Malikul saw was a valuable breed. Nothing more, nothing less. According to the wolf tribe, the silver wolf was sought after for its breedable body. It sounded bullshit and of course, Malikul referred to the old tyrannical ruler. Not the new edition which was – coincidentally, or not – Shadow’s brother: Albert.

(Third person's POV) Daniel Silverstone stood frozen in place, his handsome features contorting with disbelief as he watched Sarah Rivers walk away. Her parting words still rang in his ears. "I would rather feed my silver coins to omega wolves than give them to anyone surnamed Silverstone." His knuckles whitened around his injured wrist. How dare a common beta wolf speak to him that way? Didn't she know who he was? The Silverstone name commanded respect throughout all pack territories.

“What do you know about it? I remember the stories you told me when I was a pup. Are they true?’ Tasha shot me a look, “very much so. My grandmother was the last Celestite wolf, her birth pack was Silver Dawn, but she was mated to a Dark Moon Gamma. Her son was the last Gamma this pack had as he never had children. My mother had two daughters. Myself and my sister, Kristin. Kristin was a warrior along with her mate, they had one daughter. Her mate died while she was pregnant in the fight with Silver Dawn. She left for Cerulean as she felt as if she saw her mate everywhere here. Where her daughter, Lillian, mated to the Cerulean Alpha Brandon. Producing Austin and Alessia.” “Austin is obvious

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

Damon sensed the change and he gripped her harder she was so close to orgasm that he would not be denied again, he rubbed her sensitive bud harder, ‘You will not escape me this time Silver Wolf’ Bending down he licked her mark and she shuddered with pleasure as he cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples, ‘Let go Silver Wolf’ He licked her again and rolled them between his fingers tugging them so that she arched back against him, ‘You will come for me’ He commanded pounding her harder he pinched her clit and then rubbed it again she could feel her orgasm building and knew it was close she was panting hard her body on fire, ‘Give it to me’