Silver Bullet Movie Werewolf Novels & Stories

Dmitri fired before anyone could react, and the silver bullet hit Elena in the left shoulder, spinning her against the alley wall. Due to silver's ability to pierce werewolf flesh, Elena could feel the wound refusing to heal. Silver prevented her from shifting, leaving her in human form and bleeding. As Dante charged Dmitri, three of his men opened fire with automatic weapons, forcing everyone to take cover as bullets ripped through the alley. Marcus pulled Elena behind a dumpster and applied pressure to her shoulder, but the silver was making her bleeding unstoppable.

’ Without question, I bent over and a mighty branch that would have surely knocked me over, flew right over my head, some of its leaves getting stuck in my hair. ‘What the hell?’ The road was as bumpy as hell but we must have run right over a rock or tree stump because I swear the jerk made me feel like all was lost. ‘You’re welcome.’ Asshole. ‘What’s with the silver?’ One of the Rhokuins tried to jump on the car but I shot its thin rickety hand, sending it back for only a second. I didn’t have time to explain as I kept shooting but I knew he wouldn’t answer me unless I replied to him. ‘Humans thought werewolves were affected by silver but according to their description of us, they look more

“It didn’t. But surviving may be the crueler fate for you… for any wolf, actually.” Sylvia recoiled inside me. The wolf’s presence flinched at his words, and I felt the thinness of her like a cold wind. “What are you talking about?” I demanded. Vladimir’s eyes gleamed. “You think surviving means you won. You have no idea what that bullet actually did.” He stepped closer, savoring the moment. “The silver inside that bullet wasn’t ordinary. It was prepared specifically for this, and it carried something far more dangerous than metal.”

Silver wounds were incredibly dangerous for werewolves. Seeing Scott injured, the Beta grinned, ready for a killing blow. On pure instinct, I grabbed a wooden plank and slammed it over the Beta’s head. “You!” The Beta turned on me, murder in his eyes. Scott immediately threw himself in front of me. “You touch her, and you die.” His voice was a terrifying growl, a deadly promise. The Beta clearly realized he was outmatched and backed off, furious. “This isn’t over, Black Moon!” the Beta snarled, dragging his companions away. “We’ll be back!”

By then, his men should be mostly healed as should his wolf. “State your business in Red Oak,” one of the human warriors said, standing his ground with a rifle in his small human hands. Burton wasn’t stupid and neither were these humans; they knew to use silver bullets because normal bullets wouldn’t kill a werewolf. They were probably laced with wolfsbane too. “I’m seeking refuge,” Burton replied, holding his hands up to show that he was unarmed. “I am injured and far from home. I don’t wish to harm anyone.”

‘You must, I can scent the humans are coming and I cannot protect you against them. Lifting her head she heard them crashing through the woods, 'I tell you I saw it. A huge Silver Wolf. You know what that means. We must find it for him he will pay well for such a specimen.’ A gruff voice said ‘Don’t kill it, we must catch it alive, he always says that there is so much we can learn from such a creature’

A smile touches his lips, but I can see the anger seething behind his eyes at the thought of Niall. "He punched you in the face," I conclude. "That must've hurt." I feel sorry for him. Silver is fatal to werewolves. A knife made of that metal to the heart is all it takes to end the life of one, no matter how strong they are. For years, it was used as a poison by humans outside of Bellpond to eradicate members of their species. "Not as much as it must've hurt him when I broke his back. It's back in place now, though, right? I'll have this scar forever."

I squat below the place he is lying dead and I find the bullet at the center of his heart. I smell the bullet, it’s silver bullet. A deadly bullet, the only one that can kill a werewolf immediately. There is no silver bullet in the pack. No members has it, this must suddenly come from someone else. But how did he get shot without catching the culprit? The security in the pack is quite tight, no stranger can come in without being detected. “ He was shot with silver bullet.” I grieves, getting on my feet, my eyes bleeding into red.

At the thought of my friends being inside my car, my wolf, Arina, tugs within me, her protective instincts pushing forward, wanting to charge out and go after the masked men so they don’t hurt my friends. But I try to calm her down. Tipping my head up again to get a view of the men, I see it immediately…they are not holding any guns. But one of them has a cleaver with an unusual, shiny tip. A proof that the weapon is laced with Silver, a lethal substance that, once it comes in contact with the skin of any werewolf, would lead to eventual death if emergency precautions aren’t taken immediately. The presence of silver in a werewolf’s body will prevent their wolves from healing any cut, therefo

“I’ve never encountered any werewolves…” “Not to scare you, Hazel,” he said with a teasing tone, “but you might have already. Werewolves can be anyone. They can be your friends, your family... even someone close to you. The Silver burns a werewolf’s skin. It’s not just a little discomfort—it’s a serious injury. Silver is lethal."