Silver Bullet Werewolves Novels & Stories

He ordered. Sliver was a deadly weapon for a werewolf, it not only weaken or drain a werewolves energy, it also killed instantly, Skylar tears flowed down her cheeks as she wondered why her sister would cut herself with sliver...unless, she wanted to kill herself. XxxxX Skylar and her family, with a few pack members gathered in the living room, waiting patiently with their hands to their chin, feet tapping the floor trying to ease the uneasiness while heart beats pound faster as they all waited for the doctor to work out from Olivia's room.

The metallic whistle of silver rounds cut through the air, striking the ground next to the car with deadly accuracy. My blood ran cold. Silver ammunition was used for only one purpose: to kill wolves. “Stay down! “My driver yelled from somewhere outside. “Silver bullets—don’t let them touch you!” My heart pounded violently. Panic clawed up my throat. Someone wasn’t trying to scare us. We wanted someone dead. I dropped low into the narrow space between the seats, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My wolf snarled inside me, wanting to shift, wanting to fight, but shifting in a hail of silver was impossible—suicidal.

“It didn’t. But surviving may be the crueler fate for you… for any wolf, actually.” Sylvia recoiled inside me. The wolf’s presence flinched at his words, and I felt the thinness of her like a cold wind. “What are you talking about?” I demanded. Vladimir’s eyes gleamed. “You think surviving means you won. You have no idea what that bullet actually did.” He stepped closer, savoring the moment. “The silver inside that bullet wasn’t ordinary. It was prepared specifically for this, and it carried something far more dangerous than metal.”

“My tears still haven’t dried, and I can still feel the noose around my neck as we walk through what’s more or less my only friend’s tomb, but by all means, go ahead and make me feel stupid on top of it.” He sighs, but he doesn’t sound annoyed anymore. He almost sounds guilty. “I’m sorry, Maya. You’re not stupid, and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. I think this says more about how detached I am from what’s normal outside the palace than anything.” I nod, even if he can’t see it in the dark. “Thanks. So, are you going to tell me what the big deal with silver is now?” “Right. Well, because of our quick-healing, ordinary weapons typically cause pretty minimal harm to werewolves. Only sil

"No, it's true enough. It's not something to worry about though. Do you know how hard it is to make silver bullets? Silver birdshot is much easier and a lot more dangerous. Mostly, it's not an issue because the general public doesn't believe in werewolves. Silver bullets aren't in high demand. You might want to keep that in mind though when you're buying jewelry. Make sure you buy gold and not silver." "Why silver though? What's so special about it?" Derek shrugged, "No one knows. There's a lot of good old-fashioned magic involved in being a werewolf. There isn't always a logical, scientific reason for how things work in our world. For instance, how come you'll never have to shave your legs

she told me. She looked around the room and asked for a blade or anything that could be used to dig it out. One of our warriors handed over a tactical switchblade that all of our warriors carried. Silver was a werewolf’s weakness. Well, one of them. If a silver bullet was shot into the wolf form, it’d make it impossible for it to shift back to human form because the silver blocked the magic of the shift. My fingers ran through Reika’s fur as I attempted to comfort her. Titan was purring to her through the link, wanting to also comfort her. I had no idea who shot her, but they’d die by my hands.

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm. "And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric.

I hoped to hide there in the warm nothingness, safe and unaware of the horrors that reality held, but reality wasn’t done with me. My heart leaped and took off like a startled rabbit, sending my back arching up off the table. Every muscle strained against the straps that bound me, but to no avail. This place was designed to hold werewolves. There was no escape. “I wasn’t done with you, Little Silver. You can’t sleep now, not when we’re just getting to the good part.” He held a syringe up where I could see it. “Adrenaline works wonders on the fight or flight response I’ve discovered.”

Zevara’s POV “The effect of silver bullets differs among the different species of werewolves,” Professor Silas said, his voice echoing through the lecture hall. “Alphas have a greater chance of survival if they are hit with a silver bullet than Betas, while Betas have a greater chance of survival than Gammas, and Omegas have the least chance of survival. In fact, most Omegas do not survive after being hit by a silver bullet…”

Murphy queried and scoffed. You gotta trust me on this one. Werewolf Hunters are dangerous. They don't care if you're good or evil. They will wipe any Werewolf even if one relates to them, " Kane explained. "I thought our injuries would heal by themselves? How then can they kill us?" Murphy asked further. "The Silver Bullet. If you get shot by one, you die in the next 48 hours unless you are able to get a silver bullet, Break it and place the particles into the exact place you were shot. Any other alternative is false" Kane instructed and Murphy heaved a sigh.