Silver Black Fox Novels & Stories

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

“That's true. Our original color was brown. Dark brown. But when I looked down at my paws… it was… it was..." “Silver,” Rain finished for me, her voice humming with pride. “We are silver now. The color of the moon’s blessing. It isn’t just an aesthetic change; it’s a mark. An upgrade, as you’d call it. A rebirth after bathing in the Goddess’s spring.” I stared down at my hands, imagining the fur that would ripple down them if I shifted again. “Silver…”

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Mr Jones Vones had now gone full wolf as his yellow eyes stared at Damian. Full wolf was a powerful skill. It required the most mastered werewolf to gain. Hybrid wolves usually never got to that skill, nor did they ever achieve it. It was really hard to achieve but here, Mr Jones Vones had achieved it in barely weeks of turning wolf. Damian was a smiled fighter but he always fought as a hybrid, even if he was a full wolf by birth. He had both parents as wolves but he never could achieve full wolf. The only person who had achieveed full wolf was Dan. Damina turned to Dan.

I shut my eyes off several times, tight-shut and not just swift blinks, in order to accustom myself to what is in front of me. It’s silver! The color of those fluffy furs is metallic silver with a golden mane around the neck that looks like a necklace and with white stockings at the base of its paws. Its head is enormous, gorgeous, and magnificent. It looks like Amaltheo somehow, but something doesn’t feel right. It’s on defense mode, standing gallantry in between me and the sleeping lady who I assume is Allyssa. There couldn’t be another anyway.

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

But if that was the case, why wasn’t Silver also green? Silver scratched his head in embarrassment and looked down. He kept moving his feet in anxious embarrassment whilst sneaking glances at the Emerald Crystal Monkey. The large beast that towered above even Silver gestured a few times to Mane whiles pointing at Silver. It seemed that it understood what Mane was asking and was providing an answer.

I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite. "Alright, now that you've met the pack, come and met the horse." I followed her into the barn and watched her flip on some lights. There behind a wooden door stood a large stallion. He was sandy in color, a black mane falling down his thick shoulders. He was tall and very intimidating. "This is Badger! He's a Lusitano, pretty isn't he?" I nodded at her, keeping an eye on the large beast.