Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

My past was unknown, and the pack had adopted me as a pup. Lucas leant forward, his eyes piercing through the layers of deception. "Anya, you're not like the others. You're special. Do you know what it means to be a silver wolf?" A furrow deepened on my forehead. "Silver wolf? I've never heard of that." Lucas sighed, as if grappling with the weight of a revelation. "You are one of the rare species of silver wolves, one of the last in the world. It comes from a lineage that is known for its strength, agility, and connection to forces beyond our comprehension.

Compact and fast and unremarkable in the way mid-rank pack wolves tended toward unremarkable, which had never bothered me. The wolf looking back at me from the frosted grass was not that wolf. She was silver. Not grey. Not pale brown catching the dawn light wrong. Silver. Genuine, unmistakable, the color of a winter moon on still water, shimmering faintly at the tips of each individual hair like something was lit underneath the coat rather than on top of it. She was larger than I remembered. Not enormous, not the size of an Alpha male, but bigger than she had been, broader through the chest and longer in the leg, and her eyes when I looked at my own reflection in the puddle of ice beside the

“Sugar is a young and beautiful woman like you. She’s also skilled in self-defense.” Dylan walked toward her. “Little fox, are you Sugar? Silver once had ‘Fox’ as his nickname too. You’re one of Silver’s disciples, right?” Dylan did not know if Imogen was Fox, but he had long suspected Sugar was. That was because Sugar had small details that mirrored Fox’s. He was not able to confirm it because Sugar noticed that he suspected her and no longer gave him the chance to test her.

Then they concluded it might be because of her bloodline. The silver wolf, Vicious had an adult size. He was now a Devine Rank 2 which is quite fast. He was big and can change his size into big or small. Unlike his owner, Vicious was naughty. Soheila concluded because he had been playing with Little Black more often back then.

"Sienna! His Highness is a four-tailed white fox. How can you choose him?" "Why can't I?" I shook her hand off and looked down at her. "I am the firstborn daughter of the Moonridge Court and a descendant of the purest nine-tailed fox bloodline. If I don't choose the four-tailed white fox, should I choose that black fox who hasn't even grown his fur in properly?" Sylvia had no answer. She could only bite her lip hard, a flash of poison passing through her eyes. The black fox lying in the corner suddenly raised his head and stared straight at me.

He wasn’t getting up. Tracy’s face drained of every hint of color. She staggered back, shaking. The manager almost pissed himself when the beast emerged from the shadows. A massive wolf, it was as black as midnight, eyes glowing silver. Serena’s heart swelled with twisted pride. “Silver,” she whispered, her voice steady and cold. “Show none of them mercy.” She didn’t need to say it twice. Silver never intended to let a single one of them leave alive.

"Ember, don't be afraid." Looking at the beautiful fox on one of the top branches of the tree, Adolf assured. Maryn stared at the fox and muttered, "It indeed has a striking coat of fur that is marbled with white, black and blue. Its Amber eyes are glowing so beautifully, it has a really eye-catching appearance. It's a rare fox that looks so cute... I thought it was a husky but..." "Ember, don't panic." Hearing Adolf talk so loudly, Maryn was pulled out of her imagination. She skipped a glance at the scared fox and then back to Adolf.

I was still learning this new body, still adjusting to senses that were suddenly a hundred times sharper. "Your coat," Brian whispered. I looked down. Silver. Not gray. Not white. Pure, gleaming silver—the color of the metal that poisoned wolves, that burned their flesh, that was supposed to be their greatest weakness. My fur was the color of death itself. "That's impossible." Brian's voice was hollow. "Silver wolves are a myth. A legend from before the records began." I looked at him with new eyes. Wolf eyes. And in those eyes, I saw what I was becoming.

My spine lengthened. My shoulders broadened violently. The pain was unbearable. And yet my wolf welcomed it. Because this wasn’t just a shift. It was something else. Something ancient. Something powerful. Fur spread across my chest and neck. But it wasn’t dark like most wolves. It gleamed pale beneath the moonlight. Silver. Bright. Almost glowing. Aisha stared in disbelief. “She’s… silver.” Zira stepped back slowly. “Silver wolves only exist in legends.” Krager’s expression had gone completely still.

Chapter 2 A Claim Aria's POV One was pure black, like a piece of the night had come alive. His eyes glowed like golden fire. One was a shimmering silver, his fur looking like shiny something in the moonlight. The last one was a dark, midnight blue, almost black, but with a strange, beautiful sheen. They surrounded me. The black wolf, the biggest one, took a step forward. He lowered his head, sniffing the air. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in his chest. It was a sound of pure power and danger.