Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

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.”

Gasp flew from all directions as they watched in shock. No one expected this. Not even Nathalia thought my wolf could be bigger and powerful than hers. While her wolf was lean, mine was huge, towering above hers. Did I just fucking shift? This was the happiest day of my life! Confusion soon overtook me as I glared at the colour of my fur. Silver coloured fur. My eyes widened as I saw Nathalia's fur colour. As dark as night. In this pack, no one possessed a silver wolf except the Alpha and the Luna. Their offspring were supposed to possess silver fur just like them.

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.

Miss Daisy had asked the class to paint what we thought our wolf would look like, most of the class had already shifted so had to call on memories of before seeing their wolf which resulted in a lot of arguments but for me it was easy, I thought they’d be a soft grey or creme colored; probably with my purple eyes. Painting made the next hour pass by quickly and in the end my painting of a wolf in the woods was done, wolf looked back at me, grey tipped ears and muzzle the rest was creme colored, their eyes were the same violet purple as my own; I wondered if I was even close to how it would actually look. Sighing I left my painting on the easel to dry as I gathered my stuff, I had about a hou

As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end. It lay there quietly. A cobalt blue fox the size of a mastiff. The undercoat was black, as were the legs and stomach. But the most striking thing about the Amphitheater was the white star markings on his forehead, which gave him something mystical. "That was easy," I said from my lips. At that moment the prole twitched. Our weapons almost jumped into our hands on their own and tensed the barrel at the monster, but now it was quiet again.

He heard his wolf said in his head. The lake was free and silent unlike some other days. He decided to calm down first before summoning his wolf. His bones cracked, his eyes changed from black to brown and in no time, the fur covered up his wolf form revealing a silver wolf. It was a miracle that his wolf was silver when no one has seen anything like that in the pack. And also it was a timber wolves, timber wolves were meant to be a mix of gray and brown with canine and long bushy tails that are often black in color.

Allowing himself to become a vessel for the wolf spirit, his body begins to transform, his sense heightening, bones cracking as he transformed into a mighty silver wolf and howled to the sky. Naria gasps in shock, the legendary silver wolf was before her. She knelt down bowing her head to the ground. The silver wolf stood majestically on the rock , it’s thick double coat glistening like a polished moonlight. It’s fur is a blend of silver,gray and white with subtle hint of blue undertones that waved with the wind. It’s eyes burn with piercing yellow eyes shining bright in the night sky.

I want to rip out the throats of those who made her feel like she is nothing, like she’s a speck of dust floating in the wind, when she’s so much more. I reach out and stroke her cheek, moving the hair out of her face, and immediately feel that spark again. Baron opens his eyes, and we both see something underneath the surface, something staring at us with eyes the color of emeralds. It has crimson markings, similar to tattoos all along its coat, and grins when it sees us and stands up; only when it does this can I finally make out what I am seeing. A huge fucking silver-furred fox.

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother