Silver Claws Novels & Stories

Making her eyes widen to the size of saucers. If you didn't know, silver was dangerous to wolves. It was one of the things that could be deadly to a wolf. So she wondered why he would give her such a weapon. She uncurled her fists and the prongs disappeared. She curled them again, and they appeared. Three on each hand, to be specific. What is this? That is Death Claw, Desmond replied. It's a silver weapon that can be harmful to wolves, and I want you to have it.

I looked down. White. Not almost white. Not grey—the light was flattering. White, with silver at the tips of each strand of fur where the moonlight caught it, a coat that looked like it had been made to be seen exactly like this, at night, at the edge of still water. Large. My shoulders were level with the top of the reeds at the bank. My eyes in the reflection were storm-grey, the same eyes I had always had, but lit from somewhere inside in a way I did not have words for.

Matthias asked, sipping his aged whiskey. “Handled.” Lucian flicked a finger across his tablet and narrowed his eyes. “You'll be happy to know the Silverclaws are at the top of it.” Matthias gave a dangerous smirk, the kind only an Alpha who'd been challenged too many times and had never lost could wear. “Let them come see what they threw away.”

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

"You simply must try the champagne, my dear. It is imported directly from the finest French vineyards. No expense spared for tonight's celebration." "How incredibly thoughtful." I accepted the crystal flute from a passing server, letting my fingers brush his wrist casually. He did not even notice the tiny listening device I slipped from his tray into my palm with practiced ease. "I do so love French bubbles. They have such delicate notes." The Silvermoon Pack house had not changed much in ten long years. Same marble floors that could blind you with their polished shine, same golden fixtures that screamed old money and established power, same portraits of dead Alphas glowering judgmentally fr

I might have been ruthless or cruel, but only to those who would dare invoke my wrath in such a way. As Silverclaw, one of my alterations gave us the ability to partially shift our wolf form, taking on whatever aspects of our wolves we may need. I elongated my claws and slowly sliced through the skin of the first victim, then I slipped my claw under the skin and began to rip it off.

"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.

one spat, lunging with silver glint. Clara fought like silver incarnate, dagger flashing rune-bright, dodging a swipe and countering swift, taking down a snarling exile with surgical precision, blade twisting true through fur and flesh. "For the fallen," she snarled, voice thunderous over the falls. "Your poison ends here!"