Silver Claws Novels & Stories

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.”

“But they’re too quiet. I don’t like it.” The word hung in the air. Ryker’s voice, dry and dangerous, broke the hush: “You’re not meant to.” He crossed his arms, shifting weight. “The Hollow don’t do clean strikes. This was a taste. The next one will tear.” Trixie stepped forward, placing both hands on the cold stone. The scroll from the Ridge was rolled open again across the table, held down at one corner by what looked like a claw—blackened, unnatural: a trophy, a threat. She tapped it with a fingertip. “Trisha held. Barely.” Her tone was flat. “The Hollow left one alive to run.”

I inched steadily towards the door. “ Are you not listening to what I’m saying , Anya? Kian DaSilver is a bastard!”, he bellowed. “ He’s a beast. To men! And women as well. There’s no difference in how he treats them.” “ Do you not get it?” “ Or you choose to ignore it?”, “ He’s an animal Anya!” “An animal she is going to get married to in a few weeks.”, I couldn’t help but say. I knew what fucking Cassio Moretti was trying to do.