Silver Bullet Werewolves Novels & Stories

He told me that there was nothing to worry about since werewolves heal incredibly fast, but by the looks of it, it didn't seem like he was even healing at all. "Dylan?" He turned to me in response with his eyebrows raised in question. "Yeah?" "Your injury...it's getting worse, isn't it?" The brief moment of hesitation before he smiled reassuringly and shook his head was all I needed to know that my suspicions were correct. I remembered Enzo telling me that he was shot in the chest with a pure silver bullet and just barely managed to dodge it. Silver is fatal to werewolves. "Don't lie to me."

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.

But if it wasn’t Enzo and Luke who killed the man, and just happened to be a different werewolf, then… I would be putting my friends in grave danger. I thought back to before I met K, when I was doing research on werewolves. It may have just been an old wives’ tale, but the general consensus that I found on cryptozoology forums -- even those that were mostly frequented by casual lovers of the genre and not die-hard believers -- seemed to be that silver bullets were the best option for killing a werewolf. “Lori, can I borrow your car while you guys get ready?” I asked, shoving the last bite of waffle in my mouth. “I just wanna run out and grab a couple supplies.”

“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."

"So we sent our strongest fighters forward to trigger it. Then, once the Vampires closed the trap, our reserve forces moved in. Half of them shifted into their wolves to tie down the enemy flankers, while the other half remained in human form and picked them apart with long range firepower." That meant we had to use silver bullets, things that were in short supply these days. Silver was one of the few things that could slow down, or even kill, both Werewolves and Vampire. In human form anyway, it was either that, cutting of their heads, or stabbing them straight through the heart. A tricky thing to do since they were very fast, and had a cage of bone protecting most of their vital organ. Whi

Her piercing green eyes questioned me silently from under her furrowed brows. “Werewolves are -” “I know about werewolves but they should only exist in stories and movies, not here!” She exclaimed. “Really, you have movies about us? That’s cool!” “That’s all you heard, like seriously?” “If you know about werewolves then you probably know that our wolves can fight a small amount of silver. Although it burns, we just need some time to recover.” “But that wasn’t a small amount of silver. That vampire said that it’s gonna be lethal then how -”

In no time, the dagger was already on my hand, which was covered with thick cloth cover. Silver was considered to be the werewolves' weakness as well as the vampires. It caused us unbearable pain all over our bodies. However, the Bloody Fangs did use the silver dagger to make us get used to the pain. It didn't mean that we were immune, though. We still felt the pain, but it was a bit bearable for us.

He asked. "Sir, it’s the-." He was rudely interrupted when another blast hit close. It was so close that we could see the house melting. The blast was composed of one thing only. Silver. They had melted silver and put it in fireballs. Silver was the only thing that could send a werewolf to the world beyond. As the blast hit the house, we could see the bodies of our pack members on the floor. They melt off and disappear. At the sight of that, my heart almost escaped my body. I had never seen something as gruesome as this.

“Then simplify it for the helpless human in the bloody forest.” I smiled slightly, “there are packs, territories, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, each pack has its own structure, land, laws.” “So like wolf royalty?” “More like organized chaos.” “Cool-cool, next question: do silver bullets actually work, or is that just Hollywood being dramatic?” “They work, painfully.” “Damn, okay, what about holy water?” I laughed, “we are wolves, not vampires.” He snapped his fingers, “I knew I was mixing my supernatural species.”

A gun. Without a second thought I threw the knife at the rogue, getting him straight in the heart. I leapt up as another shot fired, then I fell back down. POP The immediate scent of blood hit the air along with something else. Silver. Silver bullets. I’d say there’s nothing worse than werewolves who hunt and kill their own kind, but they were on Venom property, I could hardly be mad if they took them out. *Our mate!! It’s his blood,* Maura shouted.