Silver Bullet Werewolves Novels & Stories

“You know bullets don't work on these things. The same way betas were banned from using guns here is the way it is there. Swords, Katana, or crossbows are approved.” “Yeah,” I affirmed. “Bullets aren't made of silver, so werewolves' quick healing helps them recover faster, dissolving the bullet within. And the witches, you gun wouldn't work at all.” “Tell me about it,” Zack leaned forward. “I've seen witches freeze bullets in the air. What the hell. It's as if the bullets respond to—” Zack's phone rang loudly, stopping him. “Excuse me, Alpha,” he pleaded. “I need to take this.”

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

A smile touches his lips, but I can see the anger seething behind his eyes at the thought of Niall. "He punched you in the face," I conclude. "That must've hurt." I feel sorry for him. Silver is fatal to werewolves. A knife made of that metal to the heart is all it takes to end the life of one, no matter how strong they are. For years, it was used as a poison by humans outside of Bellpond to eradicate members of their species. "Not as much as it must've hurt him when I broke his back. It's back in place now, though, right? I'll have this scar forever."

She asked, questioning as it seemed this part of the information was more important that then stuff he had blabbered on earlier. “Yes,” he confirmed. “Those bullets are like the others with the only difference being how it is coated with silver.” Silver… “So silver is werewolves weakness?” She whispered out that the man nodded, making her wonder why he had been so loose lipped. “Why are you telling me this? Last time and now, are you saving me?”

My fingers finally closed around the small can. The second they ripped my jacket open, I pulled it out and slammed the nozzle. Silver dust sprayed into their faces. They screamed and staggered back. But in the struggle, some of the powder sprayed back onto my arm. The searing pain made me cry out. Silver is poison to werewolves. "Fuck! The bitch has silver!" the rogues cursed, clutching their burned faces. "What do we do? She's hurt bad!" "Call him! If she dies, we're all screwed!"

“Even a witch from Helverium like me cannot break the rules of the mate bond. But that is not our concern. They will not live long enough to have mates anyway.” The moon is nearly at the center of the sky, indicating that midnight is near. Alexei pants as he glares back at his tormentors. His guards hold him up in front of the Knight and the witch. Stefan takes out a long gun from his pocket. Alexei recognizes it right away; the Ashton Silver gun. It is the only type of gun in the world which can hold silver bullets. Silver bullets can kill werewolves and Lycans. Alexei’s heart is racing. “No…” He whispers. “Leave them! Leave my sisters, please-”

"No! Hailey, no! You don't get to leave me! Do you hear me? You don't get to leave!" His voice was getting farther away. Or maybe I was the one drifting. It was hard to tell. I felt pressure on my chest. Someone trying to stop the bleeding. But there was so much blood. I could smell it, metallic and sharp. "The bullets were silver," someone said. Edward maybe? "She's not healing." Silver. Of course. Silver bullets were lethal to werewolves. Our supernatural healing couldn't fight against silver poisoning. "Then get it out! Cut it out of her if you have to!"

The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps, horrified whispers, and stunned silence. Alpha Asher's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "How on earth did someone deep in the werewolf realm come to be shot with a silver bullet?" he asked, his voice trembling. Alpha Cochram's brow furrowed in confusion. "And how could Ryker die from a bullet wound? He should have healed naturally, shouldn't he?" Thane's expression was somber, but determined. "The silver bullet isn't like ordinary bullets, Cochram. From what I have witnessed, one single silver bullet is capable of bringing about the death of a werewolf, either instantly or eventually."

Phoenix screamed, his voice echoing his astonishment. Blaze, a werewolf, should have taken much longer to heal from a silver-inflicted wound. Silver was notoriously toxic to werewolves, delaying their natural healing abilities. Even with the bullet removed, Phoenix knew the healing process should have been slow and arduous without the aid of a healer. Blaze glanced at Phoenix, his expression a mix of mild annoyance and amusement. "Close your mouth before you swallow a fly," he said dryly, eliciting a chuckle from Dexter.

He was also totally naked, something that would have otherwise interested me, but right now, all I could think about was how vulnerable he was… Against the gun the investigator had produced from under his jacket and now held pointed at Asher’s chest. A gun with regular bullets would hurt Asher but wouldn’t be able to kill him. As crazed as he was, it might not even slow him down. The investigator would know that. Which meant that the gun likely had silver bullets. Silver bullets could kill a werewolf. “Please,” I whispered. “Don’t hurt him.” “He won’t be hurt, so long as he stands aside.”