Silver Claws Novels & Stories

He had only done this for a few minutes when he stopped abruptly and shouted; "By the power vested in me by the moon goddess and as the oldest member of this royal family, this child shall be called, VERONICA CHARLOTTE SILVER, DAUGHTER OF LUNA ISABELLA ROSELYN AND ALPHA KING CHARLES ERIC SILVER OF THE SILVER MIST PACK. Citizens of the Silver mist pack, behold your princess!" He declared authoritatively, and the people cheered happily.

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

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.

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

They could feel it too—the deep, invisible presence awakening underfoot. “Hold,” Evie commanded, her voice steady though her heart thundered. She anchored herself, refusing to let fear bleed into her words. Anya, standing close, squeezed her eyes shut and mirrored Evie’s gesture, lowering her palms to the earth. A faint shimmer of silver danced at her wrists, catching the uncertain light. It flickered like the memory of moonlight on water—fragile, but growing.

“I don’t know what the deal is with that woman. She keeps saying she will help me and you with the condition that we have to convince Father to let her stay there at House Star for a while.” “I know. She told me so as well,” I said. “But don’t trust her blindly. Know that she is a Silverclaw. Silverclaws are sly. They will do anything to make you trust them. They will manipulate you in a way that you won’t know it until it’s too late.”

Her blue eyes held such determination. “The Silverclaw?” I arched my brow. “Yes. Forget the Syndicate. That was a name for a band of rogues following a psychopath. The Silverclaws only followed him because he was the heir to their pack. It wasn’t because they held a great love or affinity for him. Or that’s my theory.” she shrugged.

"They aren't armored on the underbelly. Use the salt-crust! Kick up the dust!" The Silver Bane and Iron Claw warriors acted as one. They didn't lunge at the machines; they circled them in a frantic, rhythmic dance, their paws churning the brittle salt into a blinding white cloud. The Scrappers' optical sensors, calibrated for thermal tracking, began to glitch. The heat signatures of the wolves were being masked by the cold, caustic dust. Sela, moving with the lithe precision of a mountain cat, slid beneath the nearest Scrapper. She didn't use a blade; she used a heavy iron wedge from the forge. With a single, powerful strike, she jammed the wedge into the primary gear of the winch.

With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound. The clash of steel against fangs and claws echoed through the graveyard. Zilver and Eskaal moved with uncanny precision and strength, their silver swords glinting in the moonlight. The vampiric army was so confident, now reeled from the painful burns inflicted by the enchanted silver.

Her voice cracked with panic. "Kill that bitch now!" The remaining six wolves rushed forward simultaneously. They leaped into the air. Shifting completely mid jump. I could barely focus. The world had become hazy. Then suddenly— A silver blur flew over my head. A massive shadow collided with the leading attacker. The impact shattered bones. The wolf screamed before being ripped apart. I blinked. My vision swam. And then realization struck. The dizziness. The weakness. The burning wounds. Silver. Their claws had been reinforced with silver blades.