Silver Claws Novels & Stories

She walked over to his bedside and bent over. Dagger looked very much like her Rafe which he had cloned. She was amazing as he had cloned Rafe. Even Rafe's details were on his face. The pimples he had. The little splashes of freckles and even the little mold she noticed on Rafe when they first kissed was visible on Dagger's face. Wow! She was amazed. It amazed her but it also freaked her at the same time. Dagger had possessed an amazing and powerful superpower. He could control and manipulate anytime he wanted and that was too much power for a man like him. She perceived him to be a bad man and he was acting like one.

"That's Silver Claw territory. Or it was, before the massacre." "It's where we stored our most valuable relics. Weapons, texts, ritual items. Everything the clan needed to function." Lila's finger traced the path on the map. "If Black Moon doesn't know about it yet, we need to get there first." "How do you know they don't already know?" I asked. "Because I'd be dead if they did. The mine is warded. Only Silver Claw blood can open it. If Black Moon had found it, they'd have hunted down every last one of us to force us to open it for them."

I looked down at the gorgeous dress she had picked hoping who ever her Alpha was that this wouldn’t give him the wrong idea. I smiled when she stepped back out into my room, the dress fit her perfectly. We ended up sitting in front of my mirror as she did her makeup and we talked about school, her favorite classes were dance and art. She absolutely loved Selena and had choregraphed a dance to one of her songs for her final class. Their school had already ended and she graduated a month before it’s why she was able to come with on this trip. It seemed like time was moving slowly but I looked and we only had twenty minutes before the packs should be starting to show up and suddenly, I felt a w

Aura The darkness consumed me inside and I was trembling from the worst fear of my life. Those eyes, I never thought in my mind that I would see them again. the terror they told me earlier wasn’t washed away from my brain, and now, i have to face them, one more time. My hands tied behind my back, with Silver blades cuff, my wolf has been paralysed from the trauma. If I try to detangle my hands, the blades cut my wrist superficially. But the silver can penetrate easily from the bloodstream.

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

His eyes were no longer black, nor were they human; they were a freezing, crystalline sapphire. Beside him, Claire walked with her chin held high, her fingers wrapped tightly around Derek's good arm. She wore a gown of silver mail that clinked with every step, her face twisted into a smug, victorious sneer as she looked up at the terrace where Kaelen and I stood.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.