Silver Bullet Werewolves Novels & Stories

With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain. Silver. Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

“But, they could get creative. We don’t have good defenses against witches if they go that route. Other things they could do—they could set the forest on fire, then we’d be fighting two wars at once. Wolfsbane is another potential weapon. There are many ways they could use wolfsbane. Guns are a possibility, but they will only be a problem if they load them with silver bullets.” “Wait,” Thea said. “Why?” “Werewolves heal fast. Dig the bullet out, and you’ll heal pretty quick—” “Even a bullet to the brain?” Thea said. “Werewolves have thick skulls, like bears. Bullets don’t usually penetrate,” Conri said. “Unless the bullet is silver,” Wyatt said. “Silver mutes our powers. We don’t heal from w

What happens to me? We had all been so fixated on the day of the blood moon that it seemed like nothing else mattered. All willing to risk our lives in Westview, fighting an enemy we barely knew about. “Wow!” Jacob exclaimed. “I didn't know for sure that you would survive that shot. I used a silver bullet which usually kills werewolves, by the way. But I'm glad you survived.” “Why the hell did you use silver bullets?” Tiffany roared at him. “You could've killed him.”

I bent down and picked up the dagger stuck in Brook's shoulder and went back to my side of the arena and sat down on the ground. Silver was one of the things that could kill werewolves, and in the form I had used it was even worse, because it entered through the nose and mouth and sticks to the mucous membranes... But well, the composition of this silver bomb was just enough to disable and not kill, and it hurt a lot, I was feeling the pangs in my chest myself, no matter how much I had held my breath, still, some particles had entered.

Most of them were in their wolf forms, which means they must've shifted trying to defend themselves but failed. Her mom was the first person she spotted when she reached her destination, but she quickly hid behind a tree when she saw the scene in front of her. Two bulky guys had her mom pinned down, unable to move. The soldiers were crowding in fear to the side to watch the whole scene go down, 'what the hell, where is the Alpha?!' She thought, why was her mom the only one who seemed to be held responsible for this; Harlow watched as another guy, bulky and tall, had a silver gun aimed at the crowded group- people from Crescent-pack were...dead. Silver guns were a weapon no werewolf in the wo

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.

Liam Rose spent the next couple days sleeping a lot. It was the recovery I knew she needed. Her wolf had no experience processing silver, and I could tell my own wolf was absent quite frequently, helping his mate to guide her through. Silver and werewolves was tricky business. Silver affected just the wolf, but with how closely connected the human and wolf were, silver would kill them both. The way us Wulvers had evolved, though, the wolf could pull away from its human counterpart. With no body to kill, the wolf recovered. Some of the stronger wolves, like Lya’s, could process it much quicker and return faster, or even do it in tandem.

Such wolves were greedy and malicious because of their life experiences. Ralf’s team neared where the silver lay, and we released them. The wolves howled as silver pierced their paws into their bloodstream faster than they could blink. Silver was a horror to wolves as the stake was to a vampire’s heart. It poisoned wolves, albeit slower than the stake, which takes a vampire’s life in the snap of a finger. Lesser wolves died once silver entered their bloodstream. Ten of Ralf’s men dropped to the ground and never stood up.

" I don't know." " Come on, let's go. I already called the cops. You need to get treated." She says as she drags me along with her. But she's already exhausted so I carry her instead, going back to the cabin. When we arrive, she immediately brings out the first aid box and begins treating me, doing her best to stop the bleeding on my shoulders but it still burns. She eventually manages to stop it by pulling out the bullet. " It's a silver bullet." She says. " Werewolves are weakened by silver. Guess you're no exception." She mutters. The burning pain stops and it slowly begins to heal. " This is really bad. They've already found you? Did you stop all of them?"

A few members of the pack followed but were quickly cut down by the spray of automatic gunfire from the car’s back window. Silver bullets. They’d used silver bullets, just as Billy had expected. And the blade that had removed his right hand must have been silver as well. As a werewolf, this sort of pain was completely foreign to him, and it had him worried that he wouldn’t be able to regenerate the missing appendage.