Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

These foxes didn’t do anything without a reason. “Your m-mate?” The shivering fox muttered to himself in the back. “Foxes don’t have mates.” The fattest fox on the left laughed the loudest. “A match made in heaven. The most feared Alpha in the unknown world and the Silver Fox.” Silver Fox echoed through my head. A collection of gasps ricocheted from my pack members as they took a step back in shock. My own deep growl emanating through the forest. “Do not accuse her of anything.” Aiden shouted at them.

My voice, now his, fills the room—rich, velvety, commanding. “Silver should be dominant.” Silence. Cassidy blinks, then glares. “Aries, if you’re going to hijack Delilah’s body, at least say hello first.” Aries chuckles through my lips. “Hello, little human.” Alma crosses her arms. “Why silver?” My lips curve into a smirk. “Silver is the color of the moon, the bond that ties mates. It represents strength, purity, and divine right. It will remind everyone that Delilah is not just a queen but the vessel of the strongest wolf to walk this earth.”

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

Time to return home and think of a way to get the pearl from my fox wife, Nyxora. I shifted into my wolf form and took off, jumping over rocks, logs, stepping on twigs, and swimming past creeks. My night vision heightened, and a scream from the woods reached my ears. I halted and listened carefully for it. It came again, and I darted in the direction it came from. As I avoided colliding with a tree, I saw something that caught my attention. A white animal running at an insane speed. The animal was pulling something big and had a faint silver glow trailing behind it. A FOX.

She's pale. Wide-eyed. Frozen. Viktor notices, too, and soon the whole table follows her shocked stare to see what—or who—has her so spooked. The man casually approaching us with a devastatingly handsome smile on his face is the literal definition of "silver fox." Tall, well-built for his age, with streaks of dark hair ribboning through the elegant silver. It matches the flawless beard and practically-glowing gray eyes. And he's staring at Asya like she hung the moon and stars.

Alpha Paleframe, The rumors about Mauve Scarlet having an Alpha Wolf with a vibrant silver color like the Moon Goddess spread like wildfire. Everyone had started whispering about it, questioning why a girl from nowhere, a so-called abandoned child, would have a Wolf so powerful it shimmered like moonlight itself. They talked in corners, behind doors, their whispers laced with curiosity and envy. But those whispers reached me too.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”