Silver Claws Novels & Stories

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m

I heard screams in the distance. “They’ve broken through the border,” Silvercloud announced as he shifted, leaping off the steps with a growl. His wolf was impressive with fur as dark as a raven’s wing, but yet like his surname suggests, there were random wisps of silver in his fur, making it appear to shine. Now isn’t the time to gawk or comment. Now it’s time to fight. I shifted as well, leaping past Silvercloud, knowing Mikali was taking up my right.

I stopped in my tracks and he smirked. “Do it, I dare you,” I threatened, my eyes on him. He glared at me, I watched his hand movement and the bastard was about to claw my mate’s heart out with his claws that were on fire, but I snapped my finger and Silver disappeared. His claw entered Kane’s stomach instead, and he cried out. Marcus looked at me, shocked.

“Of course, you guys keep watch, when we get back, I swear I’ll take a day off to go to the falls together.” “We got it Alpha...” They said and afterward, they whisper in a low tone, “Be careful dad.” I give a nod of assent, jump and transform, starting to run to get to Sky as soon as possible. “My wife is overly wooed.” Nicolette POV Silver and I haven’t moved an inch, but as soon as the wind around us stops, we start charging. Silver also created two long swords with black blades and a skull for the hilt. When the swords come into contact, an annoying sound is created and a shockwave makes the trees bend in the opposite direction to ours.

He stumbled, falling into the bloody snow. Silas Vane smiled, lifting a heavy, glinting weapon from the ground. It was a massive, weighted net, the thick fibers woven with a shimmering, metallic thread. Silver. "No!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roaring wind. Silas threw the net with perfect, practiced precision. It soared through the air, expanding like a spider's web, before crashing down directly over Eldrick’s massive black body. The moment the silver fibers touched his fur, a horrific sizzling sound echoed through the canyon.

She’d received nothing but respect here and it felt like a pleasant change she’d like to get used to. “She says that it looks promising, but she’ll want to look in on them later to make sure that their healing doesn’t slow or stop. Ty, whoever they fought, coated either their claws or weapons in powdered silver. They’re fighting dirty.” Using silver like that was underhanded and dishonourable. Something to use only in desperate straights, but as far as Rose knew, this wasn’t one of those times.

Among the werewolves was Alpha Wildbreed, he was the only werewolf that wasn't from our pack. Abel Wey did not want to be claw marked. We knew he was a very special wolf. He had silver claws, and his nickname was silver claws. The man was the living werewolf nemesis. A scratch from his claws could kill a werewolf immediately. All we had to do was make his scratch more potent by lacing his claws with willow's wolfsbane, and he would be very deadly. Abel alone could kill off all the wolves, living the rest of us to face the hunters and the sorcerers if there were any.

"Fine. Give me the weapon." Juvien’s massive white paws twitched in her sleep while a low, unconscious growl rumbled through the tether at the mention of Clara. Riven reached into the swirling mist without another word and drew out a blade made of pure, solid silver light. It hummed softly in the silence, sharp, hungry, and cold as death itself. I wrapped my fingers around the hilt as the silver burned against my palm, but I held on tighter. Let Damien mark Clara if he wants. When I get back, he’ll see exactly what happens when Sienna stops running.

Chapter 183- Running away Sir Silver walked down the halls when he saw Ava now seated in front of a theater. “What's the update?” He asked with his hands stretched out. “They said he'd sustained some Injuries in his head and they needed to…” Ava broke into tears as she stopped talking. “How did this happen?” Sir Silver asked. “He slipped and fell,” Ava asked, trying to protect Sophia who was nowhere to be found. “Oh,those staff of mine will regret ever being incompetent! Why couldn't they clean up the liquid!” Sir Silver yelled.

I whispered. The healer finally gave me a genuine smile. "Thank you, Silver." "Kendra." "What?" He looked puzzled. "Silver is my wolf. My name is Kendra." "Well then, it's lovely to meet you, Kendra. I wish it were under better circumstances." Skye stood, letting my hand go, and rolled up his sleeves. "Now then, what do you want to do about this baby? I can save it, or I can do nothing, and it will die."