Silver Bullet Werewolves Novels & Stories

As I cleaned off the blood, I couldn’t help but admire his stoic frame and beautiful bronze skin, despite the scars. When I was done, I was left puzzled, “Why aren't you healing already? He was quiet for a few seconds, “I’ll heal slowly.” “But I thought werewolves healed fast?” “Not when wounded from silver.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and then he explained further. “Silver is our weakness. A wound inflicted by silver wouldn’t heal faster than a normal wound, and it’ll leave a scar.” Realization dawned on me, “The bullets were made of silver.”

"I need a powerful sniper rifle that can shoot silver bullets. I have a wolf I'm trying to gun down." Nikolai's eyes fixed on me with predatory interest. "Wolf, eh? That'll cost extra. Silver's expensive, and weapons designed for werewolf killing are specialty items." "How much?" I asked. We spent the next hour examining an arsenal that would have impressed a military general. Silver bullets, silver-edged blades, even silver-tipped arrows for long-distance work. "This knife," I said, picking up a weapon with a curved blade that gleamed like moonlight. "How effective is it?"

He retaliated with lightning-fast strikes, forcing my team to dodge and regroup. Dr. Steph, undeterred, reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial. "Silver nitrate," she shouted over the chaos. "Werewolves have a vulnerability to silver!" She swiftly tossed the vial to me, and I caught it mid-air. As the team continued their relentless assault, I aimed carefully and threw the vial, striking his shoulder. The werewolf howled in agony as the silver seared his flesh. I tried moving closer to put the handcuffs on him but I was too slow. In the blink of an eye, he sped off with his residual strength.

It was Tyler; he was rubbing sweat off his forehead; he seemed to have the lady’s attention now as she turned to him. I was still on the floor, glad that Asher was okay, which, before you wonder, was because I needed Asher alive so he could help me with my revenge. “He’s lucky that he outgrew silver bullets; otherwise, we could be talking about something else now,” Glinda, who was behind Tyler, said. She was drying her hands with a tissue. Glinda indirectly said Asher was shot with a silver bullet; silver is known to kill werewolves, and being shot meant death—he was supposed to die. There was no saving when it came to silver; you’re dead as long as it draws blood from you.

Rudina said as her face shone with determination. “Your highness–“ But the guard was rudely Interrupted when another blast hit close. It was so close that they could see the house melting. The blast was composed of one thing only. Silver. They had melted silver and put it in fire balls. Silver was the only thing, that could send a werewolf to the world beyond . As the blast hit the house, Rudina could see bodies of her pack members on the floor. They melt off and disappear. At the sight of that, her heart almost escaped her body. She had never seen something as gruesome as this.

I ducked and evaded Selena's attack, stabbing her from underneath her belly with the claw that was broken off from Elva's hand. Selena screamed out in pain and fell to the floor immediately. The silver wolves were a special specie of wolves who were created to bring down all the egoistic clans that had turned their back on the goddess. However, with their mission over, they remained a threat to the rest of the werewolf species, including the Lycans. Their body parts were lethal to that of other werewolves. The silver which they had in them was poisonous to every specie of werewolf, even to the cave werewolves who were said to be resistant to poison.

Sandra asked and Gemma just nodded like it was the most normal thing. She was unbelievable. No one in their right mind woke up in the morning to go to the weapons house in the morning. Those were trips to be made in the afternoon, not early morning, and certainly not when they were dressed like mafia women. Oh, but they were hot as hell, dammit. "Yeah why not. Besides, we'll be going to the shooting range later. I heard that werewolves are allergic to silver, so I got Logan to prepare some silver bullets for us.

"Thanks for the heads up," Titan says before ending the call. "The cops bought 2000 live silver bullets," Iris closes her eyes and rubs her belly. "What do you think their plan is?" Adrian asks. "To kill 2000 werewolves, but clearly they underestimate us," Titan shakes his head. We are going to end up having to save these idiots lives, aren’t we?” Allison rolls her eyes. “Iris and I are immune to silver. We can test Odin,” Collins offers.

“He’s in so much pain.” “And it will only get worse,” Steven says. “Don’t be crass,” Beau says, and that’s rich, coming from him. But this time, I’m inclined to agree. There’s no time for correction though, not with Neil’s life potentially on the line. “You know what’s wrong?” I ask Steven nods critically. “It’s silver poisoning.” The boys gasp. I do too. Silver is poisonous to werewolves, but only if it enters the bloodstream. Part of my research into warrior training was understanding that silver weapons would be utilized by our potential enemies. But even being stabbed with a silver blade shouldn’t look like this…

she hissed. “What I was trained for.” He shouldered, exhaled, and clicked a single round. The silver slug drilled the werewolf’s left eye. The back wall wore what came out. “Nice shot,” Kim said, stunned. “Thanks,” Jake said, grim. The beast twitched, shrinking back to a human heap. The team surged. Black bag. Zip. The bald operator dropped to one knee beside Jasper, checking breath, pupils. “You good?” “Think he missed my brain,” Jasper croaked.