Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

"If she's helping with the ceremonies, we should discuss what's expected of me." Knox's smile could power the entire castle. "She'll love you. Lina has strong opinions about fate and destiny—she'll probably have fascinating insights about silver wolves." The comment catches me off guard. "Silver wolves?" "Your wolf form," Knox explains, his eyes taking on that soft wonder I noticed last night. "Silver wolves are extraordinarily rare, Aubrey." "My mother had a white wolf," I find myself saying, the memory surfacing unbidden. "She used to joke that she and I were a matched set—silver and white, like the moon and stars."

I inched steadily towards the door. “ Are you not listening to what I’m saying , Anya? Kian DaSilver is a bastard!”, he bellowed. “ He’s a beast. To men! And women as well. There’s no difference in how he treats them.” “ Do you not get it?” “ Or you choose to ignore it?”, “ He’s an animal Anya!” “An animal she is going to get married to in a few weeks.”, I couldn’t help but say. I knew what fucking Cassio Moretti was trying to do.

she asks ready to do whatever it takes to save her mate. “It was as I thought. A silver wolf has the ability to draw silver out of the blood stream of a poisoned wolf,” I share with her. “How is that possible?” the Pack doctor asks. I look at him and I see him take a step back, “Had you kept up your studies you would know it is like an aura that draws silver towards it and neutralizes it in the blood stream,” I say condescendingly.

Carolina’s black wolf stood proudly while I let my own silver-furred wolf, Vera, made her debut in front of Silverfang. Our eyes locked in mutual understanding. The echoes from the crowd faded, and coming dusk bathed us in its glow. My fur caught the fading light as I circled around her. My yellow eyes held a mix of confidence and might. Carolina, with her black coat and green eyes, stood her ground, ready for my impending attack.

No vampire has dared to come near; they are even scared of Archie. “I will keep my pace,” she said. “Okay, let’s shift and run around the woods,” Silver said. I nod my head and watch them shift. Octavia is a white wolf, and Silver is a black wolf. Their fur is so cute and sparkling, and Silver is bigger than her. They are both huge, and just one paw will cause a deadly injury. They both purred at themselves, moving closer to each other, but I stayed in their middle, my hand on their snout.

I said firmly, shifting my focus back on the original subject. “Your wolf is called Maddox and his tail has a thick, black line running right in the middle of it, making it stand out from his grey, silver fur color” she said confidently. Maddox was beyond thrilled that she knew his name in addition to that distinct mark while I internally rolled my eyes at his exaggerated excitement. I tilted my head “Anyone who’s ever met me could have told you that info. It’s no proof you’ve personally met me or my wolf before”

Was that silver? But it couldn’t be! Silver had never held that degree of pain for him before! And wolves couldn’t use it at all! Unless!!! He looked at the wolves again, their teeth looked silver! As the black one jumped slightly making him go defensive the one behind him attacked again! Grabbing his leg this time!

Right from that moment As soon as the Fox did not mock poor Mikhail, honestly, at some moments I felt sorry for the black wolf. Where only the fantasy of my Inari did not bring Mikhail. And naked in the supermarket at the height of the working day. And in rabbit plush ears "on the carpet" to the authorities. No, in the department, Mikhail is the boss, but after all, there is another boss above every boss, and so on. In general, the Fox scoffed notably, as he said, "avenged my nerves."

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.

Her eyes gleamed evilly as she spoke about her dastardly plan. It freaked her out a little bit. She ignored it. And when Odessa realizes she shouldn't have crossed me, she would already be 6 ft. under. The person spat venomously. Odessa, on the other hand, was thrilled to find out that there was some information about what she was looking for. Silver wolves were one of the greatest and strongest wolves in werewolf history. Amongst three others, which included white wolves, onyx wolves, and lichens, respectively.