Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

"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.

A shadow fell over me, massive and dark. I forced my eyes open and saw it. A wolf, but not like any I'd ever seen. Huge, easily twice the size of a normal Alpha, with fur so black it seemed to swallow light. Its eyes glowed silver in the dim forest light. It lowered its enormous head, and I felt its breath, hot against my frozen skin. Then gently, carefully, it lifted me in its jaws and began to run..

As Seen by the Pack For a moment the pack was silent. Then it was not. The hall erupted into noises of excitement and fascination, as everyone stared at the new Luna of Eclipse. They’d been sure they’d seen wolves in all colors—brown, red, gray, black, even white—but never had they seen a wolf like this. Olivia’s wolf couldn’t be confused with gray or white, the way it reflected the moonlight made that clear. What could a silver wolf mean? It had to be auspicious; Olivia looked like she’d been formed from a fallen moonbeam, she had to be blessed by the Goddess!

I coughed in the end as my voice suddenly rose while I stated my facts to him. At the same time, Graham entered the room and looked at us with a stunned expression. The silence stretched in the room was thick with tension, but I wasn’t done with explanations and questions. “I am a silver wolf. You are a black wolf with a crescent moon mark in the middle of your forehead. Madeline is a white wolf. Nolan is a metallic grey wolf with a black crescent moon mark under his right eye. Graham is a golden-brown wolf with a big crescent moon mark on his left shoulder. Do you really think that they will only target Madeline just because she is a white wolf?”

Carrel spoke after Luka pressed the ‘complete task’ on his menu. A screen popped up in front of us and a list of items was displayed. Seeing one item listed, I quickly accepted the items and a baby kitsune appeared. I didn’t pay attention to the gold pieces we earned or anything else. My focus was solely on our new pet. It was the cutest little fox that I have ever seen. It was a bright magenta, similar to the color of the tips on my real hair. The Kitsune had black on its ears and tail as if it had been dipped in black paint. A little black heart was under its right eye.

At the center stood the Silver Cell. The cell was a large, ominous structure made entirely of silver, its bars gleaming dully in the dim light. The ground inside was bare, the air heavy with the scent of old blood and sweat. The silver was designed to weaken the most powerful wolves, to sap their strength and leave them vulnerable. There was no escape from it.

Puffs of steam from our breath dissipated into the icy air. The big black wolf came to a slow stop with the white wolf and was shortly greeted by The most unique, and dare I say handsome colored wolf I had seen. A rare mutation of chimera coloring. One half of the wolf was a dark brown, almost black. The other half is not quite silver like King Kellen’s but more blue but also just as big as the Kings. Like two sides of a coin. The same but not. The wolf's eyes shone a golden color, piercing and dangerous.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Within seconds, a colossal, magnificent black wolf stood in his place. He was absolutely huge, his shoulders rising nearly level with the iron bars, completely dwarfing her smaller, delicate silver frame. His fur was a dense, impenetrable midnight-black, so incredibly shiny that it seemed to swallow the light of the hearth fire, casting a dark luster across his massive muscles. When he raised his massive head, his glowing amber eyes locked onto her with the absolute, unyielding focus of an apex predator watching its chosen prey.

I kept my expression perfectly blank, an empty canvas of administrative politeness. "It’s a custom blend, Mr. Laurent," I replied, maintaining a steady even tone. "A lavender and silver-oxide synthesis. Our corporate environment requires a high standard of presentation and I prefer something that remains crisp throughout a twelve hour shift." I deliberately used the word ‘silver’. To a human, it meant nothing. To a wolf, it was a subtle, psychological deterrent – a reminder of the metal that could burn them.