Silver Claws Novels & Stories

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

I nodded, not really understanding. “Oh psha, Miles is just a cranky stickler for rules. Cadogen’s family has ruled this coven for a very long time and Miles’s family has been their advisors for just as long. Rules have been bred into him. Follow me young lady.” Lita got up with the elegance of a dancer. She wore a simple black dress with a red rose motif down the back. I followed her, stealing a look behind me. Miles was already gone like he had never been there to begin with. A Shudder ran down my spine.

"Who are the Silver Claws? What do they want with us? And what did you mean about Damon?" Alaric grabbed her shoulders. For the first time, she saw real feeling in his eyes—fear. "The Silver Claws are a pack of assassins who hunt wolves with special skills. Wolves like you and Lyra. They've been looking for the Moon Sisters for centuries. And Damon—" Alaric's jaw tightened. "Damon is one of them." Astra felt like the ground had disappeared beneath her feet. "No. That's a lie. Damon is my friend. He's been protecting me for years."

Lady Susan, her eyes gleaming with a predatory glint, responded with a chilling smirk, "Your question is as naive as it is ill-timed, Alfred. We are the Crescent Claws, and you, the Silver Paw clan, are our target. Our rivalry is not born of mere happenstance but of a deeper, more primal conflict." Her words hung in the air, a declaration of war that sent shivers down Alfred's spine. He knew that this battle was inevitable, that the Silver Paw clan would not rest until they had crushed the Crescent Claws clan. But he was determined to protect his team, to shield them from the impending storm.

And all Noelle could do was stand there in shock and amazement. The wolf stood up and turned to her, holding up the hand. "Want this as a souvenir?" She looked at him weirdly. She was not disgusted but it was still gross. "It's the same thing.' "That Grey Wilkins should be safe." He shrugged, tossing the heart aside like it was some scrap of garbage and wiping his bloodied hand on his pants. The guy single-handedly killed him, didn't he? "Why is your claws silver?" She asked. "Perks of being Royale." He shrugged. "We are immune to silver and we have claws of silver."

She lunges forward, her hand darting toward my throat with a hidden, high-frequency sonic blade, but Clyde is faster. He doesn't let her reach me. His massive hand snaps out, catching her wrist in mid-air with a sound like a cracking branch. The shadow-aura around him flares, a localized, suffocating vacuum that instantly neutralizes the sonic blade, turning the metal to brittle, grey dust. "She’s poisoned," Clyde growls, his golden eyes narrowing as he detects the familiar, metallic tang of the Silver-Sieve in the woman’s blood.

Mac’s eyes flickered and then widened in shock and terror as they met Silver’s purple ones. This ends now. “Come on, Silver,” I growled, my voice low and filled with fury. My claws scraped against the snow, leaving deep gouges in the earth as I prepared for the final battle. “Let’s destroy him.”