Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

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.

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

It made me want to do a back flip whoa so cool! I give control to Tank and make my way to my class. As soon as I enter the spiritual training space, I smell the same scent as Ms. J. And spot this gorgeous light purple-colored wolf with its back to me sitting in the grass, its tail wagging back and forth. I knew right away that it was, "LILA!" Whoa, she really is purple and sooo beautiful. Her head snaps to me and she squeals excitedly over the mindlink, 'MATE! HI!' She trots over to me and nuzzles my face as I rub her furry muzzle, she's so soft. I can see her light purple eyes glow and now that I'm closer I notice bits of silver in her fur, cool! Silver fur means that the wolf possesses som

There was a blinding light that caused all watching the change to either close their eyes or look away. When the light was dimmed and everyone was able to focus their vision back on Keyne and Felan they noticed that the light was coming from the pair. Felan’s wolf, Kimiko was a beautiful light grey that had a silver glow to it. Keyne’s wolf, Havoc, Was wheat and shined gold. The whole pack was in awe. Each one kneeled or bowed their head. Both out of respect and knowing. Nezerra was completely speechless as the two wolves approached him and Mack.

“I’m not taking chances with the wild wolf anymore. Not after what happened to Priscilla.” There it was again. That certainty. That fixation. I kept my voice calm. “So what exactly did you do to secure the estate? You know… so it doesn't happen again.” Aaron answered easily enough. “Silver bark ash.” My steps slowed slightly. Silver bark ash. That wasn’t ordinary protection. That was lethal. Among wolves, silver bark was infamous. Burned into ash and spread around an area, it acted like poison against corrupted wolves and unstable creatures. Against a normal wolf, it was harmless. Against a wild wolf? Death.

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

The crowd gasped and whispered as I glanced down at my fur and noted my coloring. Silver My fur was so silver that it looked close to a very light purple. There has never been a silver wolf before! “She’s an Alpha!” Someone whispered-yelled behind me. I could feel the Alpha power growing and expanding, affecting those close to me. Fugly snarled, baring yellow and black fangs. We responded in kind before our wolves hurled towards each other and clashed with teeth and nails. It was no contest. Fugly was weak compared to us. I had him pinned down and his throat torn out in seconds. Fugly’s dead eyes were still in shock as he lay there.

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”