Silver Bullet Werewolves Novels & Stories

"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 shouted angrily as I shifted to my werewolf form, but… But to my utter shock, I could not transform. “What is happening?” I whispered, and suddenly, I felt a pain in my punctured shoulder. I was not supposed to feel hurt from normal attacks, but when I glanced at it, my eyes widened in bewilderment. It was a silver bullet! Silver is fatal to werewolves. It could burn our skins and, most significantly, block us from shifting to our werewolf forms. When I realized the situation I was in, I started to panic.

She pulled the trigger and a silver bullet sailed smoothly through the air. A whistling sound was heard, creating a chilling sensation that conjured up visions of pain as the silver bullet tore through skin and flesh. Everyone held their breath. As werewolves, they were well aware that silver bullets were one of their major weaknesses. Undoubtedly, if the silver bullet hit the golden wolf, he would be paralyzed instantly. However, it wasn't that easy for Mireya to incapacitate the golden wolf. Her first shot was dodged with a simple jump, as well as the second and third shots.

“She is not my girlfriend. She is actually the wife of my rival, and we happen to have, well……identical goals.” “If you say so.” Silver grinned, his sharp fangs displaying themselves shamelessly. “So, the name Silver, where did you get it?” I asked, deliberately trying to steer his mind out of the conversation. It was not a particularly intimidating name for a thousand-year-old werewolf. “Ohhh, it's from a silver bullet, the bane of werewolves.” Silver! Silver was one element that werewolves loved and cherished. However, it was effortlessly the death of many werewolves. A single shot of a silver bullet could bring down a weak adult werewolf, and so it was highly regarded as a forbidden objec

The roar of werewolves and the clashing sounds of blades filled the air. I was just about to shift to my wolf form and fight them when a part of my spine began to hurt a bit. I knew calling my wolf out in this state was a stupid idea, and I did promise Hazel that I'd be okay. So instead, I entered my car and took my gun out. The gun was fully loaded, but I took out all the bullets in it and replaced them with special ones. The silver bullets are made out of actual silver; one shot is enough to end a wolf, and luckily only high-status people have access to these weapons.

He smirked at me and dipped the leather rope in the metallic liquid. "Oh, Goddess, please save me..." I muttered under my breath while my whole body trembled in horror. I heard that silver could severely burn a werewolf's skin, but it was a hundred times worse when it got in contact with one's blood. Once silver ions started to circulate in the wolves' veins, it drove them to insanity, making them tear their own flesh in madness—the worst pain imaginable. I also heard that the one fortunate thing about silver was that it could kill quickly... But what if someone was immune to silver's deadly effect? I touched silver once or twice before, and each time it hurt like hell. Even if I truly was i

Darryl smirked, baring his sharp fangs. She crouched low, preparing to pounce, but the cunning Alpha shifted and grabbed a silver spear, stabbing her in the abdomen the moment she landed on him. She howled in agony as the silver seared her from within, but it was the sadistic gleam in her brother's eyes that pained her the most. She shifted back and removed the weapon from her body, but the silver had taken its toll. Despite her silver immunity, her body couldn't withstand such concentrated silver. A normal werewolf would have perished instantly, but she managed to slice her brother's eyes with her partially shifted claws.

Part of me wanted to ignore their attacks and focus on the wolf. The cocky grins on their faces disappeared when they realized I was immune to their spells. I almost let out a dry laugh of smug satisfaction, but the desperate wolf wouldn't give me a break. Without an ounce of guilt, I sank my teeth into his neck and severed his head from his body with inhumane strength. Tossing the dead wolf aside and letting out a mighty growl, I moved on to my next target. One of the male witches swung the silver blade wildly at me, while the other shifted. Werewolves are vulnerable to silver and can die if the cut is deep enough.

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.

Draco walked towards him, his face was gaunt and hard. "I sent some men over to your house. Just to be safe. They'll keep watch." Draco said and Gabriel nodded. "Did you pick up anything?!" He asked and Draco nodded. "They were werewolves too... could smell one of them on the woman's body." Gabriel sighed. "Why would they use silver bullets though? That is very unusual.." Werewolves didn't use silver. It wasn't their way. It was considered sacrilegious for a werewolf to kill another using silver. Because silver wasn't the weapon of wolves.