Silver Bullet Werewolves Novels & Stories

At the thought of my friends being inside my car, my wolf, Arina, tugs within me, her protective instincts pushing forward, wanting to charge out and go after the masked men so they don’t hurt my friends. But I try to calm her down. Tipping my head up again to get a view of the men, I see it immediately…they are not holding any guns. But one of them has a cleaver with an unusual, shiny tip. A proof that the weapon is laced with Silver, a lethal substance that, once it comes in contact with the skin of any werewolf, would lead to eventual death if emergency precautions aren’t taken immediately. The presence of silver in a werewolf’s body will prevent their wolves from healing any cut, therefo

I whispered feeling a wave of fear, my tears falling freely. Aunt winced quickly retracting her fingers from my wound. "It's a silver bullet coated with wolf's bane!" This one sentence had me feeling like I was already dying. Wolf's bane and silver was very lethal to werewolves. I wasn't a werewolf but my little baby was and there was a fat chance that I might lose it if the bullet wasn't removed. There was no way aunt was going to remove it which only left me to do it.

This was my sanctuary, where I could gather my thoughts and find solace in the familiar. As I meticulously checked the weapons hung on the wall, my fingers tracing the contours of each blade and feeling the weight of each firearm. I had a single blade made of silver and dipped on wolfs bane with me. It was the best weapon against werewolves - silver bullets did not work for a million plus technical reasons - and even though Gary had told me to expect trouble from the wolf we were going to see, the blade was for Gary himself. I did not trust that guy even a single bit.

They practice with non-silver knives in order to not cause too much damage, but they’re all well aware that a real enemy would almost definitely be using silver weapons. Silver is a werewolves one true weakness. When it contacts the skin, it causes burns and leaves scars. When stabbed with a silver knife, a werewolf’s advanced healing is unable to mend the wound the way it normally would, posing a greater risk. When silver enters the bloodstream, it acts as a poison, burning the body from the inside out. The substance is legally only allowed to be owned by the government, but that doesn’t stop some from illegally making weapons out of it themself.

Shots ring out all around us and in an instant, I know what they learned in their experiments on the rogues. They’ve figured out a way to not just incapacitate us, but to kill us quickly. I watch as a wolf beside me takes a shot to the shoulder. The silver bullet immediately ‘melts’, turning into liquid silver and spreading into his system. The initial wound takes him down, but as I watch, I can see the silver spread. The minute it gets to his heart, I feel his life snuff out through my Alpha bond.

We will let them sleep until 4am, then me and Ansel will sllep for 3 hours. I sit down at the picnic table, I start by cleaning the throwing knifes. One by one. I am careful to dry and shine each one so it won't tarnish. Clean silver hurts worse, tarnish prevents direct contact. After the knives, I clean the guns. We are now running very low on bullets for use against vampires, you see, a silver knife to the heart will kill a vampire, but a silver bullet won't do it, I don't know why. A silver bullet will kill a werewolf if it hits the heart, but maybe its too small to kill a vampire?

However, I refused to have one, which was solace because I had no plan to meet my mate. Growing up in solitude is the finest thing ever, not because I hate to have friends but because that's the best way to preserve my life. To evade interactions and obscure my existence from the vicious cubs. Honestly, I have one friend, just one friend. His name is Matt. He is the Beta of the Sprew Moon Pack, but I had no idea who was the Alpha and Omega of their pack. Well, knowing their information wasn't my cup of tea. I am a silver werewolf, and our breed was rare because of our extraordinary ability to heal the physical state of the werewolves. Our blood was highly versatile. We could dedicate it to s

The metal burned his skin where it touched. Silver had always been fabled to kill werewolves, but a bullet to the heart was the actual killer, as it was the only organ a werewolf could not regenerate. Over the years, folklore and belief had given the metal its own powers. Having the lowest melting point helped silver get absorbed into the skin and spread through a werewolf’s blood faster, making it harder for them to recuperate. Grayson turned his attention to Brianna’s captor, who held the knife at her neck.

"Hmm okay, anyone else?" When no one raised hands, she explained. "In a way, you are both right. It has been established by both facts and myths that silver bullets are strong enough to kill werewolves but the true element used to kill werewolves is quicksilver, which is the liquid form of Mercury". "But why is it specifically silver or mercury?", George asked.

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.