Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

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

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.

Although Tiger, Felix, and Vicious were not on the rank level where they can speak, Little Black and Sylvie could understand them as they used their own language. Felix, the Fennec Fox of Zachary grew as well. It was on par with the silver wolf, Vicious. Its fur was orange and it has a pair of red eyes, however, it was not as deep as Theodore's ruby eyes. Meanwhile, Luna's Poisonous Venom Butterflies grew a lot. Its specialty was changing sizes and colors. Luna's spirit beast was Soheila's favorite because of its color and since it is a butterfly. "Luna, summon some of your butterflies around so that we would be aware if there's a spirit beast that will attack us." Soheila said as she walked

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.

"Light and reflection, sun and moon." Apollo nudged my shoulder, inviting play in the way of wolves. Despite the gravity of our situation, I couldn't resist responding, Diamond's joy bubbling through me as we circled and pawed at each other. For just a few precious moments, we were just siblings in our true forms, but something nagged at me. Why were people calling me a silver wolf? I was white with silver flecks, but my paws, the tip of my tail and one of my ears were golden. “Why do people call our mate the silver wolf, as you can see she’s not silver?” Fin stated rather than asked.