Silber D Wolf Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice hoarse. Flashes of what had happened earlier came rushing back—a group of wolves with piercing silver eyes, my own internal scream, and then... nothing. I pressed my hands to my temples, trying to sort through the haze. “It was a dream,” I murmured to myself. “It had to be a dream.” The door creaked open, and I froze. He stepped inside, tall and broad-shouldered, his presence filling the room like a sudden storm. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as though he’d just run a hand through it, and those eyes—those impossibly sharp, silver-grey eyes—pinned me in place.

I questioned my wolf as I searched through the shelves of the closet. Opal growled sourly and explained, “Because one, he knew Ian was on his deathbed bed, and he had a contract already written up so he was no concern; the second is because he was going to trade you for the Howler Claw pack lands because you're a Sigma and worth the land Kirill owns.” “Can't I just unify the packs and take him out,” I questioned her. “Yes, but now that you're also an Alpha Sigma, you're a much more valuable commodity. A Sigma Wolf can unify, but an Alpha Sigma can unify and rule much more,” she said softly, and I furrowed my brow.

Darius stiffened beneath me but relaxed when I drew lazy circles on his chest. "You are," he answered, his voice quite. "How did you know?" "Your fur is silver. My mother's fur was also silver." "Lupinari are the only wolves who have silver fur?" "Yes." A pause. "You're an extreme powerful and rare wolf, Ravenna. Lupinarians heal faster than us normal wolves. They're stronger, faster. If it takes a normal wolf five minutes to heal a brutal injury, it would take a Lupinari half a minute."

I slowly started the car again to continue my journey, but I came to an abrupt stop once more when a huge animal jumped onto the hood of the car. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, seeing that enormous black wolf staring at me and licking its lips. I honked the horn to make it go away, but nothing made it leave. It was a huge wolf. The wolf jumped off the hood of the car, circling around it, never taking its eyes off me. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed my dad's number, but, great, there was no signal. I slammed the gas pedal and sped away, getting as far away as I could from that wolf.

Damien was a formidable Alpha, a brutal fighter, but the beast standing before us now made Damien look like a pup. This wolf was colossal, easily the size of a small grizzly bear. His fur was a chaotic mix of ash-gray and battle-scarred white, thick and heavily matted over a frame of dense, terrifying muscle. But it was his eyes that made my blood run cold. They weren't the standard gold of an Alpha, nor the red of a rogue. They were a piercing, iridescent, unnatural silver—glowing with a sickening, ancient power that radiated pure malice.

she responds, and I can tell by her tone that she does not want to continue the conversation. “I think your father did not want you to shift for another reason.” Lyra’s head spins to look at me, obviously confused by my words. “Your wolf is silver. It is not a common color for a wolf.” “Is it not?” She asks as she cocks her head slightly to the side while looking at me. “You do not know?” Lyra shakes her head from side to side. “Interesting. I think we have a few texts on silver wolves in the library. I will find them for you in the morning.” Without another word Lyra turns and continues tripping through the forest.

Whichever it was, I had to keep it away from me until I was done with this fight. “Surrender, princess,” they drew up their spears. “We won’t ask again.” “Yes,” my wolf hissed, clearly hungry for blood. It had been days since Sierra experienced the joys of battle, and I could tell from the prancing that she really missed it. I threw up both arms and let the Silver Wolf’s power ripple through my blood. A blast of silver light exploded from my core, throwing two of them off their feet. I ducked a spear and slammed my palm into the chest of another. His armor cracked with the impact, and he crumpled.

A sharp arrow made with silver lodged itself on Vera's throat, causing her to spill blood instantly. She was dead. Vera was dead as she could ever be. However, I did not feel happy, if anything, I felt furious as I looked behind me. Cayden also looked surprised and shielded me behind him but Silver was playing with his nails. Yes! Silver was a thousand year wolf and he was not doing anything. How did he not know that someone was out to kill Vera? Cayden also came to the same conclusion. “Did you know?” Cayden looked at Silver.

He hadn't expected to be asked that particular question. "The fact that you cannot marry a silver wolf is widely known to Madam Asteria." Amura was crushed against the table that she developed numbness in her right hand. Silver is the color of her wolf form. She's referring to the fact that it's impossible for Daniel to marry someone who has a silver wolf. "Don't be alarmed; her wolf is not a silver color," Daniel assured the elders before turning around to face Amjra. "Right, babe?"

I flush even deeper before replying, “I could get used to your charms as long as you don’t turn mean like Ace or become cold and distant again.” “I might be cold to others, but never to you, or if you accept me, nor to any children we have,” Dylan replies. Dylan brushes the hair out of my face, pushing it behind my ear and smiling at me as our eyes meet and the vibrant blue pulls me in. Something in how his eyes glint with silver allows me to realize his wolf has pulled near the surface and approves of the current conversation. I remember Dylan’s wolf is jet black with silver eyes and Ace’s wolf is black with Black eyes. Black wolves are rare, though not as rare as white and I might be the o