Silver Bullet Werewolves Novels & Stories

The worse had been my father hindering me from hardly mingling with the ones that were supposed to be my playmates. The whole event of that day had started with the sounds of gunshots coupled with the screams of our pack members. Being that we were werewolves, we are immune to ordinary bullets due to our fast healing capacities. So when we had heard the screams of our pack members, we knew it could only mean one thing. The enemy attacking us was using the one thing that was lethal to us, our very own weakness — silver bane.

Lucian got a call from Daniel, Alpha of the red pack, early one morning. They had a rogue attack. The rogues had advanced weapons which had hit some of their highest ranking Betas. Bullets don't work on werewolves unless they were silver. Such bullets were expensive and hard to obtain. The rogues used normal bullets laced with poison. The wolves suffered hours of agony as the poison spread in their bloodstream. They were able to control its spread, but it could be deadly if given in significant quantity.

He didn’t stop. With a frantic cry I lunged forward and drove the pin into his chest. The metal slid in. He didn’t even flinch. His smile didn’t move. “You’ll need a stake through the heart for that,” he murmured, sounding bored and amused. He neared me until I could see the tiny fleck of blood where the pin entered his skin. My breath stuttered. The pain bloomed in my own palm where I gripped it All wolves hated silver. For even Lycans, it was just as dangerous. A silver hair-pin was enough to kill a weak wolf, to wound a strong one badly.

She said. “What?” I shouted. What is a silver bullet is doing inside a wolves body. That silver bullet is just equivalent to wolves-bane. It weakens and if not remove from the body of the wolf, he wouldn't transform back to human. “What in goddess name is a silver bullet doing there?” I wailed. “I was as shocked as you too.” Jane replied. Memories crossed my mind as I was asked to carry out surgery on the strongest alpha. The fear that was around me then and the eye on me.

For the moment emerge from the metal swing doors of the packhouse, my pack and I attack, tearing into their necks and jugular veins. One by one, Clyde’s wolves drop onto the muddy ground like flies. A few try to escape their fate only to be tackled by Helios and my men. There will be no survivors tonight. I intend to prune this parasitic branch of werewolves once and for all. One of Clyde’s wolves lies in a puddle of his own blood and I stalk over, shifting back to my human form. Helios hands me my gun, I check the chamber. Six silver bullets. We werewolves can take a silver bullet or two and escape unscathed, but one bullet in the head or the heart and we’re goners. And that is exactly wher

I sighed, trying to take control of the situation and move forward. “And this is why you should have let us get that BB gun. I bet silver bullets would be helpful.” River interjected. “River, this isn’t a monster movie. We don’t even know if silver is harmful to werewolves. And I stand by my decision not to keep guns in my house.” I sighed. “Well, River is correct. Silver is harmful to werewolves. Silver poisoning can kill if untreated and a bullet to the heart or head does the job no matter what kind of round it is.” Hale stated.

There was only one dreadful explanation to this phenomenon: the bullet was made from silver! Silver—a lethal metal for all werewolves. Its mere touch could disrupt our regeneration, spelling certain doom if not immediately fatal. 'It's the same silver bullet, child,' echoed a familiar voice in my mind. Starlight, my wolf, had finally resurfaced from a deep slumber. ‘Starlight!’ I called out inwardly, relief washing over me. ‘I thought you were gone!’ Starlight shook her head. ‘I’m recovering. And adjusting to a new body wasn’t exactly easy after any wolf died to silver bullets,’ she continued.

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.

Rex screamed, and blood instantly stained his chest. The burn of silver prevented the wound from healing. "Awooo—" Suddenly, howls erupted from all around as a hundred Silvermane warriors surrounded them. The "guards" behind me also revealed their sharp, silver claws. Our hidden elite warriors tore off their disguises, unleashed their wolves, and charged. "You..." Rex's wolf eyes widened in disbelief. "Surprised?" I sneered, pulling out the dagger. "The Silvermane Pack's wedding gift is the utter annihilation of you rogues!"

Tylor told him that he will be there as soon as he could. The homeland agent did not waste time heading there, Jake had to give him one last secret. That they needed silver bullets to kill vampires and werewolves they needed wolfbane and the silver. He did not want to turn on his kind like that, but those wolves needed to be taught a lesson.