Silver Bullet Movie Werewolf Novels & Stories

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."

"Why would you have such deadly thing with you?" Every werewolf knew the effect of the silver bullet on them. No matter how powerful a werewolf is, he or she would go down the minute a silver bullet penetrates the fur and it is also known that the powdered form of the bullet causes damage to such person and its wolf. "You would find out soon. Just wait and see.” Liam assured. “This is going to be fun!” The guard returned some minutes later with the tray of tea and Jayden walked in just in time.

Phoenix screamed, his voice echoing his astonishment. Blaze, a werewolf, should have taken much longer to heal from a silver-inflicted wound. Silver was notoriously toxic to werewolves, delaying their natural healing abilities. Even with the bullet removed, Phoenix knew the healing process should have been slow and arduous without the aid of a healer. Blaze glanced at Phoenix, his expression a mix of mild annoyance and amusement. "Close your mouth before you swallow a fly," he said dryly, eliciting a chuckle from Dexter.

Terry was the first to get caught by the bullet. He hit the floor all of a sudden and a cry of agony was let out. We all stopped abruptly in shock. Nothing could hurt us werewolves except silver. I make my way swiftly to Terry who's now groaning in pain. My heart suddenly then dropped into my stomach when I realized the human's bullet is made from silver. They know us. They know our weaknesses. How come? I tried to help terry to his feet. We can escape together. I know we will get help once we get back to the ice pack but then, as I was struggling with Terry, thousands of bullets rang out at once.

He fired. Liam staggered back, his stomach bleeding profoundly, then fell to the ground. "No!!!" Adira yelled, rushed over to him, placed her hands on the injury, trying to keep pressure on it. "Liam, what's going on? Why ain't you healing?" "That's because…." Roman slowly walked over to stand behind Adira. "The bullet was made with silver, and lanced with wolfsbane. Both of which are lethal to werewolves." "No!" She sobbed.

"What I'm saying is that conventional weapons won't cut it. You can't kill a werewolf with regular bullets, not unless you get lucky with a head shot, and even then the window is seconds before they heal." The silence that followed was heavy with implications. Jack shifted his weight, his weathered face showing the calculations of a man who'd survived decades of outlaw life by understanding the odds. "What do we need?" he asked simply. "Silver. Real silver, not the plated junk from jewelry stores or the sterling that's mostly copper." I pulled out a piece of paper where I'd been sketching designs all morning. "Pure silver, melted down and molded into bullets, coating for blades, anything tha

I recalled my wolf just in time to dodge the silver bullet that came whizzing past my ear, before getting lodged in the door behind me. Silver bullets was not something I was prepared for. They are the only thing that will definitely kill a werewolf in wolf form besides another wolf. I stand a better chance against it in human form. It will slow my healing in human form, but in wolf form, it will kill my wolf instantly.

However, I refused to have one, which was solace because I had no plan to meet my mate. Growing up in solitude is the finest thing ever, not because I hate to have friends but because that's the best way to preserve my life. To evade interactions and obscure my existence from the vicious cubs. Honestly, I have one friend, just one friend. His name is Matt. He is the Beta of the Sprew Moon Pack, but I had no idea who was the Alpha and Omega of their pack. Well, knowing their information wasn't my cup of tea. I am a silver werewolf, and our breed was rare because of our extraordinary ability to heal the physical state of the werewolves. Our blood was highly versatile. We could dedicate it to s