Silver Claws Novels & Stories

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

“Just one clause. If I sign this, I want it stated that the pack owes me nothing, but I also owe the pack nothing. No debts, no obligations, no ties. We’re completely separate.” Alpha Steele considered this. “Fine. That’s acceptable.” He called in his assistant, who added the clause and printed a new version. I read it carefully, making sure there were no hidden traps, then signed my name at the bottom. Aria Silvermoon. The name my parents had given me, not knowing it would become a cage. “You’ll receive your payment at the border,” Alpha Steele said, dismissing me with a wave. “Guards will escort you back.” “Wait,” Damien said suddenly. Both his father and I looked at him in surprise. “I wa

Not unless they wanted the lash or worse. Tonight the great hall thrummed with voices. The pack elders had arrived from distant holds, their fur cloaks still dusted with snow. Alpha Gideon Voss presided at the head of the long table, his silver streaked hair pulled back severely, his face a map of old scars and older grudges. Beside him sat Clara, radiant in a gown of midnight blue velvet embroidered with silver thread. The sacred crescent moon birthmark on her left collarbone glowed softly beneath the torchlight, a perfect pale arc that had marked her worthy from the moment she drew breath. Clara Voss, the chosen, the perfect, the one who would secure the alliance with the Silverfang Pack a

Akshara and Mrs Blackfire have been living in a palace which was located in a place named, Ardna Chirig. Akshara was nurtured up by her so-called godmother, Nicoria Blackfire. Ardna Chirig appears to be the land of spring and warmness which has the unique myth, the land was famous for its peculiar effect of glowing leaves and flowers on the specific full moonlight. The transparent leaves reflect the rays of the moon and emit its shining glow at night time. It happens only at the particular full moonlight in which the moon appears silvery first and changed to bluish silvery colour later once in a decade called Blue moon night.

Next to them, Jasmine stands with her chin held high, wearing a stunning carved moonstone necklace crafted by Adrian Stoneclaw—who stands directly behind her in the shadows, his heavy, dark wolf eyes glued to her every breath. Across the pavilion, Selene Frostfang, Orion Nightclaw, Rhea Moonfire, and Lucan Stormfang raise their golden crystal goblets toward us in silent, formidable solidarity. The Covenant of Silver Wolves has never been stronger. Clay steps forward to the edge of the stone balustrade, his massive frame radiating unyielding authority as he pulls me tight against his side. The vast crowd falls instantly silent, hanging on every breath of their High Alpha Lord.

In a moment of sheer audacity, I pulled the journal out and opened it on my lap. ​ "What is the Silver Shard?" I asked, looking up at his reflection in the rearview mirror. ​ Kael’s lips barely moved. "A question better saved for the journey. It’s an artifact your ancestors stole to neutralize the Silver Moon’s lineage. We are simply taking it back." ​ "And why am I the 'unblooded female'?" ​ "Because your mother, in her cleverness, used the ritual to hide the Shard inside the one person no Alpha would ever touch: the wolf-less failure. The Shard is housed within your unshifted essence, making you magically invisible to every wolf in the continent—save for one."

“You think you are. But turning isn’t like flipping a switch. It changes everything. The way you see the world. The way it sees you.” “Then show me.” He hesitated. She stepped closer. “If I’m marked, if I’m hunted then I need to be able to fight back.” Kael reached into his coat and pulled out a small silver dagger. Its handle was carved bone; the blade etched with runes. “This is called a moon fang. Forged in pact fire. Used for ritual awakenings.” She stared at it. “You’re saying I can just... cut myself and become one of you?”

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

AVA I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on Leah as she emerged from the dark part of the forest. She looked really angry and dangerous, her face twisted in a scowl that made my heart skip a beat. She was holding a sharp silver blade that shined in the moonlight, its edge glinting menacingly as she moved. My instincts screamed at me to run, to get away from her as fast as I could. But my legs seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.